Saturday saw our demise


Grandfather, gentle soul, you’ll fly
Over your life once more before you die…

Love this song

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when you reblog something risky and you need to cover it up with some more reblogs but there is nothing good on your dash


I can’t remember the last kiss that counted

I can’t get over how happy I am with that line. It’s so simple and obvious but it hasn’t lost it’s weight with me yet.
Also, today I learned to play dominoes with my Jamaican brother in law and brother and Jordan, and it was awesome. Gonna kill a lot of summer nights throwing dominoes down. That is less lame once you play dominoes.
Sleep early. Basketball season starts tomorrow. Still haven’t heard from our opponent to decide on a time, which is fucking annoying. So I guess I’ll get up early and shoot around until I hear something.
And Easter dinner. We have two huge hams and a turkey, it’s gonna be nuts and delicious.
I guess I’ll stay up for awhile and learn everything about The Get-Up Kids since there’s nothing on the television.
Night kids.

No more body checks in hockey. This may get boring.

Let’s get it boys!

Chris and his three-octave vocal range -download-

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I hope one day
somebody loves you
so much

that they see violets
in the bags under your eyes,
sunsets in the downward arch
of your lips,

that they recognize you
as something green,
something fresh and still growing,
even if sometimes
you are growing sideways,

that they do not waste their time
trying to fix you.

Miles Straume is the best thing to happen to Lost