Riku Namako

epsilon minus - ocean floor

lol, ok ok, what do you do if you actually know of one person who has a crush on you at city, and you hate that bitch for trying to ruin your life?

no guts no glory.

we drink beer and wear hats

arrogant

*limps back inside the house* thanks for the reminder >.<

I totally agree.

good idea! *jumps out the window in an atempt to fly*

+tax

The Prophet Said - Lacuna Coil

you can't help who you fall for. shit just happens. its when you learn to let go of these kinds of things that you manage to find something wonderful, be it a new interest, or perhaps, something else that preoccupies your attention that makes you happy. I was told by someone who really cared, that I needed to look beyond the bounds, and find the truth of reasoning behind why things are the way they are, not on this plain of existence, but beyond. So I did. And in the end, there was someone who managed to rescue me from the abyss. I'll end that portion of my rant to say this. granted, my mood hasn't changed much, but I know who lies inside my heart, and what I should've been doing all this time. so the dream lives on

Phantom world - Kanna Yoko Neon lights Warm the windy nights While a scrapyard kitten starts to cry And the dust covered memories fill my eyes Caught in dreams With crystal streams And I can't see where they're flowing to But soon they'll end Yes, soon the sun will rise It's a phantom world It's a phantom world And it's fading in the night It's a phantom world No, there's nothing real Soon the ghosts will fade out of sight Rockets fly so far away Through the gold fan of a sun ray When they come back All the ghosts of the past will be gone It's a phantom world It's a phantom world Filled with misty shades of light It's a phantom world It's become unreal See the ghostly shapes of the night Rockets fly so far away Through the pink clouds of a fall day When they come back home All the ghosts of the past will be gone When they come back home All the ghosts of the past will be gone

piano

tasha - concrete jungle

when its pushed within my grasp and carelessly snatched out of my hands, time and time again, I've learned to stop reaching for these kinds of dreams. no respect in life, so I lament while the dream lives on. I have seen this tide of the winds changing before my eyes. I've got high hopes that most of my friends, if not all of them, will find a significant other, or perhaps strengthen their bonds with the person their with now. that is my belief, my prediction, at least for now. now smile and go make out.

very surprised I woke up