i've made the switch.
follow me at http://stokedforever7.tumblr.com/
same blog, different URL
thank you for all your support!
sincerely,
Blaire Pickens
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
were up n down
it was never consistent;
but always beautiful
i hope you know who you are.
you gave up so easily.
i hope you know how you make me feel
so pathetic and insignificant
so sad here without your beat
tell me where was my fault
in loving you with my whole heart
many things i never got a chance to say
you made it so easy for me to turn around and walk away
-yours truly/ white blank page
Sunday, December 12, 2010
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Monday, October 4, 2010
just thinking
"Wouldn’t life be perfect if junk food didn’t make you fat, girls didn’t cause drama, boys weren’t confusing, nothing was regrettable, you didn’t have to lose the people you love, friendships didn’t fade and goodbyes only meant till tomorrow?"
the answer: life would be empty and emotionless. be thankful for what you have
the answer: life would be empty and emotionless. be thankful for what you have
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
So Far Ahead Of His Time: Jimi Hendrix
All I'm gonna do is just go on and do what I feel.
All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to.
Music makes me high on stage, and that's the truth. It's like being almost addicted to music.
Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion
White collar conservative flashin down the street, pointing that plastic finger at me, they all assume my kind will drop and die, but I'm gonna wave my freak flag high.
Not necessarily stoned..but beautiful
All I'm writing is just what I feel, that's all. I just keep it almost naked.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
I'm the one that has to die when it's time for me to die, so let me live my life, the way I want to.
Music makes me high on stage, and that's the truth. It's like being almost addicted to music.
Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion
White collar conservative flashin down the street, pointing that plastic finger at me, they all assume my kind will drop and die, but I'm gonna wave my freak flag high.
Not necessarily stoned..but beautiful
Sunday, September 26, 2010
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