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loud_reed
loud_reed

i ooooooonce had a dream where i went on a road trip with the tired old cowboy that is bob dylan. we drove through the west and stopped to eat at a mcdonalds. some folks recognized him at the place and i asked if it bothered him that everywhere he went, he'd always be recognized. he said it did when he was younger, a lot, but now he's gotten used to it. and then i said "yeah, you were kind of a d-bag when you were younger"


oic.

i wanna keep jenny lewis in my pocket.

get out of my head

( i wish it was 10th grade )

i miss walking around late at night singing ani songs with her and lying in my driveway with her and sitting in my room with my blue christmas lights and dying her hair and playing guitar ugh ugh i wish it was tenth grade again.

betches and decks, the lot of 'em

and i got nothing to hide here save desire
and i'm gonna go, im gonna get outta here

IT IS FORTY SEVEN DEGREES OUTSIDE.


OMG.

i don't care if i know you or not.
if you're there, say hello.