wake up your heart ❤

Smell the roses.

I really recommend you check out the band, Days Difference. Why, you ask? Because this stud's the lead singer.

Name: Jeremy William Smith

Age: 22

Location: United States

Status: won't discourse

♥: the wit, the six-pack, the raw voice, the sincerity

Stalk him: DaysDifference.com

let's do this ❤

Date: December 16th. Weather: frigid frigid gidjrif wie g fuckkkk. The frigidity (sp?) is messing with my head. Mood: super, for someone living on three hours of sleep. Current obsessions: warm winter coats, Christmas, hugging, baking, him. Current unobsessions: bulky winter coats, bad eyesight, fattening holiday cookies, insomnia.

❤

and you know how he makes you feel? ❤

With a taste of your lips, I’m on a ride. You know that airy, I-don't-give-a-fuck feeling you get when you talk to a guy? A guy you like, more specifically? Mmm. Actually, we didn't talk too much today, but he did hug me goodbye (though I sort of had to playfully say "Hey, can I have a hug?" because he was so oblivious) and I can still feel his touch. It's weird. Excuse me for being juvenile, but boys are weird. The way he makes me feel is nothing compared to the way this guy makes me feel though: 

Cannot stop watching this. Every movement, every expression reveals so much in him. In the above video, I can only sum up his mood as "distressed". He pours his emotions out in just one song -- obviously he is thinking about that one girl (unless you know, he's gay...or asexual. God, let's hope not). Lucky lucky lucky lucky girl. Depressed men usually are not at the top of my list, but this guy is just amazing. Yes, I realize this is getting pathetic. Four videos of one boy named Robi (♥♥♥♥) in just three days. Huh.

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yeah, i'm actually insane

It's 2 in the morning and I am still not finished. Not quite done studying for the world history exam, still four chapters behind in math, still have to prepare for the seminar. What have I been doing?? Watch the video and you tell me. And I still have to brush my teeth, shower, etc etc. I'll be lucky to get two hours of sleep tonight!

because i seem to be in a bizarre, obsessive spiral...❤

I'm so not kidding about him, you guys. I've just spent the last two hours watching this video over and over again. Precisely as I've done for the past several of days. I'm not getting ANY work done, or blogging, for that matter. And I've got a history exam, a lit seminar, and a holiday party to attend tomorrow. Not to mention I'm like four chapters behind in precalc, and have to write up an entire analysis paper by tonight. I hate school. Nevertheless, enjoy :) Be sure to watch til the very very end. My heart just about flew out of my chest :)

Definitions of Love: Both of Us

Together we stood
With that passionate vibe in the air
When I realized 

You are the song I was destined to sing.
Not only that but,
Just the thought of being with you tomorrow...
It gives me the strength
To put up with the rest of today.
I just want you to know
I need you to know
My world was all black and white
I never anticipated it before
But it was really like that
Until the day you walked in my door
And right into my heart.
They all said we couldn't
But the thing is,
We are
It's the idea that you came by
And never left my side.
So really,
It's when that question comes.
Are you really ready for this?
Am I?
It makes me think..
It makes me wonder...
How I'd live in this world
Without it.
Without love.
I don't know,
Maybe it's just that
Each time, each day,
Each hour, each minute,
Each second
That I spend with you:
The stars shine just a little bit brighter
The music sounds a little bit happier
I feel like living just a little longer
And I always laugh a little bit louder.
The desires for what I want
Are what I want
Which are all things that I'm not quite sure of
And yet when I'm with you
I know
I don't know how
Or why
I know
I just do.

An original poem composed by yours truly ❤

Um...I was looking through my old slushpile and came across this poetry "series" I made. Don't know what's more ridiculous, the poems themselves, or the fact that I about twelve when I wrote them.

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