Taylor, Why Do You Do This to Me?

Aside from being written by/for the female perspective, it's pretty perfect.

"Long were the nights when my days once revolved around youCounting my footsteps praying the floor won't fall through again
And my mother accused me of losing my mind
But I swore I was fine
You paint me a blue sky and go back and turn it to rain
And I lived in your chess game
But you changed the rules everyday
Wondering which version of you I might get on the phone
Tonight
Well I stopped picking up and this song is to let you know why
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I should've known
Well maybe it's me and my blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it's you and your sick need to give love then take it away
And you'll add my name to your long list of traitors who don't understand
And I'll look back and regret how I ignored when they said
Run as fast as you can
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with
[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/t/taylor-swift-lyrics/dear-john-lyrics.html ]
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
Dear John, I see it all now it was wrong
Don't you think 19's too young to be played by
Your dark twisted games when I loved you so
I should've known
You are an expert at sorry
And keeping lines blurry
Never impressed by me acing your tests
All the girls that you've run dry
Have tired, lifeless eyes
Cause you burned them out
But I took your matches before fire could catch me
So don't look now
I'm shining like fireworks
Over your sad empty town
Dear John, I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with
The girl in the dress cried the whole way home
I see it all now that you're gone
Don't you think I was too young to be messed with
The girl in the dress wrote you a song
You should've known
You should've known
Don't you think I was too young
You should've known "

Dear John. 

Under my Umbrella.

It was raining so much today. First, I decided to endure it without my umbrella, then the rain got too hard and too cold for me to do so, so I took out my handy dandy [yellow] umbrella and the world was all magical! That was around 11:30; later, when I was walking to the bus stop, I noticed everyone had an non-generic colored umbrella (black). As much as I love black, I love when I see people with colorful  or just plain amazing umbrellas, it balances the rain's dreary atmosphere with

 a pinch of happiness. 

Frappé. Mocha. Latte. Love.

(Will you be my Valentine? )

My day consisted of bad grades, big mouths, & horrible weather and all I wanted to do was come back home, do nothing & drink a big hot cup of coffee. 

And maybe a piece of chocolate.

Snowy Dreams.

The last couple of nights I've been having a reoccurring dream. It's of me and a few of my friends in a cabin, surrounded by a snowy, winter-y scene. It's a beautiful, unrealistic place and I feel so safe and so happy there. Strange things happen in the dreams, good strange things, things that I just never thought would ever happen. But since they're dreams, anything can happen. 

One friend and I, a friend I'm not too close with, become closer and share more things. Mainly because the rest of them are off eating, reading, or something else whenever I dream of this. It's such a strange yet whimsical dream.

You know the feeling you get when you're standing in the wind, the breeze blowing in your face, with no noise around you? I feel like that inside this dream. I wish I could feel this way all the time, the way I feel in my fictional winter wonderland...

If only those things happened in reality.

(I wish I lived there.)

Broken Love.

I've (re-)discovered the movie I'd like to watch for Valentine's Day.

(with myself, of course)

It's such a perfectly sweet movie, with perfectly dry humor, where no "real" love is ever found, and I kind of enjoyed that.

Broken Flowers, starring Bill Murray, Sharon Stone, Frances Conroy, Jessica Lange, & Tilda Swinton (+Chloë Sevigny)

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Where's the Duct Tape?

Sometimes... I don't seem to be able to shut my mouth. It's probably best if I did so more often, the things that come out of it wouldn't win me a "best person ever" award.

My mouth just seems to forget it can close. I need to remind myself to remind it.

Don't Play Koi.

And don't be expensive either. All I want is to wrap you around me.

(I'll be your best friend... If you lower your price to $5.10? How 'bout it?)

Opening Ceremony... why, oh, why do you like playing coy?