today, i hurt.

i'm a cannonball.

Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth

Still a little bit of you laced with my doubt

Still a little hard to say what's going on

Still a little bit of your ghost, your witness

Still a little bit of your face I haven't kissed

You step a little closer each day

That I can’t say what's going on

Stones taught me to fly

Love, taught me to lie

Life, it taught me to die

So it's not hard to fall

When you float like a cannonball

Still a little bit of your song in my ear

Still a little bit of your words I long to hear

You step a little closer to me

So close that I can't see what's going on

Stones taught me to fly

Love, it taught me to lie

Life taught me to die

So it's not hard to fall

When you float like a cannon..

Stones taught me to fly

Love, it taught me to cry

So come on courage

Teach me to be shy'

Cause it's not hard to fall

And I don't wanna scare her

It's not hard to fall

And I don't wanna lose

It's not hard to grow

When you know that you just don't know

damien.

i la-la-love this.

p.s. big paper. due in 11 hours and counting.

something shiney

back and rolling

first look at my brother kenny. he's so funny. looks like he's having a good time.
my spring break is over. i spent it in georgetown at my grandparents'. grandparents gone wild! just kidding. they're so nice. i love them. i slept a lot.

spring break is here!

i can't wait to catch up on sleep. i feel like it's been decades. i'm doing some major relaxing este primavera. yesss!!!!

aun existe amor

Cuando te adormeces junto a mí

Entonces, no me quedan dudas

De que aun existe amor

La indecisión que hay en mí

Yo la mandaré a la luna

Para vivir contigo

La soledad de cada día

Que entre lágrimas crecía

La alejaré de mí Para amarte a toda costa

Para amarte a cada momento

A pesar de tanto mal que gira en torno nuestro

Las discusiones de los dos Saber quien tendrá la culpa

Qué nos importa ya

En nuestro mundo eterno y grande

Cariño mío nos amarémos

Mucho mucho más

Más allá de la violencia

Más allá de la locura

A pesar de tanto mal que nos separa

i am yours

dear God,
my life is yours. please take it. i love you.

"please stop claiming my life as your own. it's mine and i would like to do with it what i choose. what you say i should do is all fine and dandy, but in the end i think i should have the freedom to choose. otherwise, what's the point in me living?"

what happens when 60 girls go camping??

waiting for water to boil...
eggs in a bag? and looking absoultely disgusting after a night of sleeping on the ground in freezing temperatures...
cooking over the fire
brushing teeth under a tree
and leigh, probably the coolest girl in the whole world. :)