#186.
I liked it better when you were around, when you didn't think you'd ever leave me and when what we had seemed like forever. Acquaintances, lovers, friends. We've been there, we've done that. So where does that leave us now? God there are times when I wish I could just see you for real, just to jog that flow of memory that holds back all of the good things we shared. So we could just talk, the way technology will never have allowed us to. Not only with sight and sound, but with smell and touch. The way it was meant to be.

Just starting to realise how much I sound like a lovesick whiny little faggot. Fuck it, I can only think about this for so long. No matter how shallow and stupid it sounds, I wish I had never met you. I wish I never had to fall for you, so I would never have to feel the pain of separation. Cause hell, it blows.

I've watched this video a million times, and it just doesn't get old. Poor things, I hope it wasn't stop motion, cause who knows how many shots it would have taken them. Anyway, love the song, love the guy in the pink, cause he's just so, er. Hot. From the guys that did 'the treadmill clip', hello, OK GO.

Hello, this is Tien. This blog is the remains of the unconventional cliches and angsty phrases of my teenage years. (Plus a new one every now and then)
I ♥ Phoenix, (500) days of summer, double entendres, unmade beds, autumn, Chopin, syncopated melodies, G7 chords and things that make me feel.

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