I'm like a rookie paramedic to a siren | layout by axelle, based on the beautiful layouts made by malicious; design ideas, et cetera borrowed with permission (because I'm awesome and she loves me). Features art of Yoko altered by me using photoshop cs3. Lyrics from Doctor by Cute Is What We Aim For.

[06 Jan 2010|09:48pm] dear_you [escapists] Dear you, I don't even know where to begin with you. All the words are floating around in my head, but thinking about you and everything I want to say to you makes me just so infuriated that I can't bring myself to say them. I suppose that's fine though, because I wouldn't even know what I want to say first or last or in between and there's just so much that you wouldn't even listen at all. You don't even listen when I say a simple two letters, "hi", or even respond when I wordlessly greet you with a smile or wave (and I know that you see me doing it because there is this lovely little thing called eye contact). So why should I believe that if I wrote you book of things I want to say -- because for once I do have that much to say -- that you'd even begin chapter one? You used to treat me like a good friend, you used to even call my one of your best friends. Now you treat me like I'm a fucking ghost. I'm very much excited for the day that karma bites you in the ass. I hope it comes soon. Bitterly, Me. remix my chemicals

[06 Jan 2010|10:40pm] dear_you [cheshiregrin] [ music | seahorse- by devendra banhart ] Dear you: I miss you more than I want to. remix my chemicals

[03 Jan 2010|10:38pm] dear_you [scarletgrey] dear you, dude. WHAAATTT. you had sex with your dad? twice? " i didnt know him very well growing up " is not an excuse. he's your dad. i'm never going to recover from this, seriously. love, me remix my chemicals