It's all been done before.
Whatever I put here has been said.
Every single word I can think of has been used.
As much as I'd like to set myself apart,
and despite my efforts to do so,
I know, as well as the next intelligent person
that no one is entirely unique.
Were we all unique, different would be a trend.
I am Here for:
I'm not quite sure.
Hobbies:
is this relevant?
Favorite Movies:
oh i dont know.
Favorite TV Shows:
the funny kind
Favorite Music:
it'd be easier if you asked me what im listening to.
Favorite Books:
exit here
I Love:
plenty of things <3
I Hate:
why would i complain on a profile no one will read?
I'm proud of you. You are a regular Allan Wolf. :)
"You and me
We live underground
Where we blow the world today
My hands are free to say
I love you
I love you" -the blow
I love your style of writing, you get lost in the descriptions, its so messy and in a broken sort of way organized, its bottled chaos. Its tempered with your robust vocabulary and lacks that gaudy polish that is unnecessary. You are never too wordy, each word serves it purpose in a roundabout way. It is very obviously you, its brilliance without pretentious undertones. You don't preach only project. Lots of writing is hollow and vapid you unfurl sentences that are bursting at seams with things to express. It feel like you just dumped your brain on the paper and sprinkled in some periods. I absolutely fucking love it. Its hectic and urgent, its shouting, its saying this is important to me. I love you I love you.
"This is major tom to ground control..." I am listening to david bowie, every little thing reminds me of you.
"This is major Tom to ground control, I'm stepping through the door
And I'm floating in a most peculiar way
And the stars look very different today
Here am I floatin' 'round my tin can far above the world"
The way you drink would make your Irish ancestors proud. If its one thing we Irish know how to do its drink ourselves silly, that and get sunburned pretty easily. Its noon and I'm about to go out and have some lunch, check out some antique stores and then get ready for my set. Oh how I wish you were here, I would love to go hand in hand with you through the quaint shops they have here in downtown and the arts district. Reading what you wrote last night totally has me smiling and giddy so thanks for brightening my day up like usual :D. I seriously fucking love you. <3
Ok Katie-face, its 12:31 and im at a truck stop, I just drove half way to Austin, now its my friends turn to do the other half, I had the most marvelous dream about you the other day though, me and you were spies. In order to infiltrate the enemies you had to join their ranks, you kept it a secret to me and i thought you betrayed me but alas at the very last moment you showed your true colors, that of a hero :) We stole the secret files and wasted the baddies, and had a helicopter on the roof for an awesome escape, it was pretty amazing i wont lie. Also every time i drink a monster i think of you. Actually i think about you pretty frequently nowadays. I miss that smile of yours, I really do. Its the type of smile that can stop a bad day in its tracks. I love you. OMG I love you. They dont make caps lock big enough to convey the amount of love I love you with. I LOVE YOU...see its even more than that. :)
Spent 2 hours writing you a mega long letter and google chrome crashed :( adfadslfkjasdlfjsadlfijdsaofija but the good news is you are still as amazing and gorgeous as you were 2 hours ago. I guess where im going with this is, as long as the muse is still there I can find new inspiration. p.s. your the muse p.s.s. I thought i would try this whole use a bunch of ps' so here it goes p.s.s.s. I absolutely love you.
Katie, you are the brilliant star eclipsing the city's glaze, singular, commensurable luster nonexistent. The broad house, gabled and arched against time, the solar winds from which my comet tail blooms, streaking rain that defines me against the black fathomless deep of space. You are the autumn slip, the rain, and the tempest. I love you
I'm the reassuring voice in the depths of your insecurity, the beacon of absolute benevolence in your shifting sea of malfeasance. I can declare with consummate courage you are a just person, a fair and scrupulous person. Even in the most tumultuous of times I will be forthright, you are of the most amazing people I know, I love you.
I love that I can make you smile. Its a pretty awesome feeling knowing that you can cheer the person you adore up even if they did forget to write their paper. I love you.
