Trees seem to hold so much wisdom.

We should listen to them more often.

I think its about time to start living each day to the fullest.....

{photo from post secret}

on a rainy monday, I feel it inside of me.

-(shiny toy guns)

Well i'm off chasing my own dreams

You can tell by the wind, by fresh cut wood, all stacked to dry, that autumn's here

I think that ghosts like the cooler weather....

When leaves turn colour they get togther....

...And walk along ways these old back roads where no one lives and no one goes

Autumn's here.

I'm branching out.

And all we ever want is to be loved

Whether sun or stars above

All our trouble all our toil

Is towards no greater earthly goal

I'm just a little bit caught in the middle

Life is a maze and love is a riddle

So here's your guitar

that you used to strum

you never got very far

but you could still sing along.

-jason collett

This is my happy place...






It might not even be the place, but the people...

The people you meet once, talk to for few minutes even, and your friends..

You can be yourself, without being judged, and make relationships with people that last longer then imaginable..

Its where people can be friends, even if in the real world, they would never even talk..

Friendships can grow stronger then they were before..

And you can act like a complete idiot, but be totally accepted..

Age doesn't matter..

And neither does acting your age...

camp is my happpy place..I would give anything to be there now, and am more then excited to be there for the whole summer this summer possibley.

I don't close my eyes

I sacrifice a little peace of mind.

Or is this the dream I've been saving?

I've been singing this song for tooooo long.

Build a wall of books between us in your bed.

Repeat Repeat Repeat the words i know we both have said.

-tegan and sara

(my favorites)

Feist, Harbour Station, November 2008.

Leslie Feist is a big part of my life. Every night, it is her voice that puts me to sleep. She sings about things that I can relate too, maybe bacause she is from my neck of the woods. She tells stories in her songs, and you can get lost in how captivating they are as they unfold. She deserves all the fame she has gotten and more, and someday I will meet her.

The scarlet letter isn't black
Gotta know who's got your back
Because they're right in front of you
Because they're telling you the truth

So much present inside my present
Inside my present so...so much past
Inside my present inside my past
Inside my present
So, so

Feeling it from dark to bright
When a wrong becomes a right
When a mountain fills with light
It's a volcano, it's a volcanoIt's a volcano, it's a volcano

So much present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past
Inside my present, inside my present
Inside my present
So, so much past...

Oh wake me please when this is over
Oh when the ice is melted away

hooray hooray your my silver lining

Pierce Fest 2009.

youre cold, maybe you just missed the sun you fall, feeling like its just begun so far, keeping it togethers been enough but look up: the rain is falling, looks like...love...

---[look up-stars]