Friday, December 23, 2011

Somebody That I Used to Know

Now and then I think of when we were together
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die

But I felt so lonely in your company
But that was love and i's an ache I can still remember

But you didn't have to cut me off
Made out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don't even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough

No you didn't have to stoop so low
Have your friends collect your records and then change your number

I guess I don't need that though
Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know

Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over
But had me believing it was always something that I'd done
And I don't wanna live that way
Reading into every word you say

You said that you could let it go
And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know

Now you're just somebody that I used to know


Saturday, December 17, 2011

i think i am ready.... date a dude raised by two dudes. b/c original said dude would be all sorts of awesome. and i wouldn't have to have another relationship where i have to educate my partner on not being afraid of gay people (and black people, i need to keep going?) b/c said dude would likely know how to be a decent human being. ("oh my god melanie, you're so naive" <---- not my words)

(is there an option for that preference on b/c there should be.)

Friday, December 16, 2011

Skinny Love

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind

Now all your love is wasted?
Then who the hell was I?
Now I'm breaking at the britches
And at the end of all your lines (lies).

Bon Iver

what up grace (yeah your name doesn't work for me at all)

i am like simultaneously obsessed slash hating this fucking TWENTY SIX year old who is really hot and really funny and more accomplished by 26 than I will ever be in my life. okay. ima stop being a hater. okay. enjoy.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011


Once upon a time, someone I thought I loved broke my heart. 
Not even a clean break, no line down the middle, no two halves easily glued back whole, 
but shattered in a million separate pieces. 
Once, I discovered that the same mouth can kiss you, tell you it loves you, and lie to you all at the same time. 
I learned that sometimes you can't know a person, 
even after years and years, 
that sometimes people are actors because they understand that better than they understand themselves

Monday, October 24, 2011