The S℮cr℮t Room

not to give an iPod to an old person.



Heh.

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i want a boyfriend.

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no matter how hard you try.

God, give me these days
if it's what I truly need.
Make it for reason
no doubts, or regrets.
But take them away
when you can.
Thanks.
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Sometimes, struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance, leave no room for regrets.

-Friedrich Nietzsche

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Oh my sweet dispostion, may you one day carry me home.

Music is the drug.

I've listened to Ryan Adams for a while, but lately I've been listening to him a lot more. I guess I'm just in the mood for a dirty sound. You dig? (smile) I don't really want music that makes me feel better, just music that makes me feel. Music that gets down in the trenches with you and won't let you out until you cry a little. Or a lot. Music to drink to. Music that makes me want to do the things in which I feel alive. And leaves me questioning what I'm supposed to do with this life.

And I've tried to branch out from the usual 'chick singers' I listen to. Tom Waits, Ryan Adams, Cash, Okkervil River, Gillian Welch/David Rawlings, some Townes VanZandt, Cat Power, etc. Thanks to some friends of mine who have turned me on to the likes of Townes and Cat Power.
I'm so thankful for their writing. For the sounds of an acoustic guitar and a harmonica. It's perfect.
Life can be so simple.

Here's a video for you.
Ryan Adams - Oh My Sweet Carolina


Now playing: Ryan Adams - Gold

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