I would like to state

I look NOTHING like the chick from Paramore! Not that I wouldn’t mind to, she’s beautiful. But seriously, our hair is way different and so are our faces. What is with people compairing people with red hair?

Also, Foo Fighters: Wheels + Tom Petty: Learning to Fly = Almost exact same song! And don’t even say that shits a coincidence because it’s not! The lead for Foo Fighters has played guitar for Tom Pety. So ha! I wasn’t crazy!

How on earth did I go so long without knowing about this song?
FUCKYEAHMAJORTOM!

I wish you'd just fucking realize.

He’s just a friend, but he wants to be more… And theres potential. He’s really been great through all this.

It’s not that I’m moved on, its just what other options have you given me?
Tell me that.

fanukles: OH HAWT DAMN, NEW HAIR. I like. =]

fanukles:

OH HAWT DAMN, NEW HAIR.

I like. =]

Oddly enough the story of the Shankill Butchers was something my father used to tell me. This song really reminds me of that.
I used to have nightmares, like they were the boogieman.
My fathers always been really into the Irish part of his heritage.
He used to tell me that if I wasn’t a good little girl the shankill butchers would come and take me away (Even though we lived in the US???), I guess his grandfather used to tell him horror stories because witnessed one of the bodies found back in Ireland around the time my father was born.

Anyway its interesting to hear a song written about it.

Stones taught me to fly, Love taught me to lie.
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Cannonball, Lisa’s version.

Dont even get me started on redheads.
  • Denmark says: Girls whos names end in I are like roller coasters.
  • Bri says: How???
  • Denmark says: Totally worth the long wait in line and once you get up there you just got to hold on and pray you don't lose your wallet. xD
  • Bri says: Haha xD
  • Denmark says: And dont even get me started on redheads.
  • Bri says: FUUU!
It fits,

Tasting you in rain I walk down to the train,
Try not to look down.
This day could some day be an anniversary.
Everything is light and sound.
Facing forwards going slowly wait for you to show me,
Where this train wants to go.
Living by the hour I stop for every flower,
Everything is soft and slow.
Now all these tastes improve through the view that comes with you.
Like they handed me my life,
For the first time it felt right.
Thank you for making me see there’s a life in me,
It was dying to get out.
Holding me we make two spoons beneath a November moon,
Everything is soft and sweet.
This cigarette it could seduce,
A nation with its smoke.
Crawling down my tired throat,
Scratches part of me that’s purring,
Softly stirring.
I’m a captain of industry smoking famously,
Feet up on the windowsill.
Look at all these trees I feel affinity with,
Everything so soft and still.
Budding at my fingertips,
Touching you I start to bloom,
Alive with trains and passing ships.
Soft and sweet along your lips now,
Wondering my luck and how.
Thank you for taking me from my monastery,
I was dying to get out.
With tears of gratitude,
I like my latitude,
Cross town train to you.
Now all these tastes improve,
Through the view that comes with you.
Like they handed me my life for the first time it felt worth it,
Like I deserved it.

Goodmorning tumblr =]

I feel better today.

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