My name is Daphney and these are the temptations

bleach blondes and fire flies

Sun, 29 Jul 2007 06:20:18 GMT

the stars in california are photoshop-dull
like someone took a picture of the sky to dim the heavens and then edited it back in above the red-grey clouds
unreal but not in the majestic way
"i miss you"s seem just contrived and trite
this LA attitude has gotten me begging for a dose of midwestern monotony
no doubt if i were back home i'd only be standing on a cinder block trying to catch a glimpse of you forgetting about us
prayers thrown out to whoever
its funny how in my dreams all i do is try to get rid of every bit of memory pertaining to you
breaking lips, kissing hearts
like the way you'd always say my words before they had time to take form in my throat
you could trade counting days for sheep and maybe get some sleep every once in a while
i want to be like harry and ginny (see also: i would risk it all for you)

Thu, 19 Jul 2007 08:07:23 GMT

i haven't posted on here in a billion years.
most of my writing has been going on the notepad of my shitty sidekickII
i really have nothing to say except that i never believed summer would come
recently ive been reminded of how much i love the nostalgic feel of this season
the ability to day dream 2 months away
(my dreams are of doing a cover of your life)
recorded the sounds of the city so i could fall asleep to disaster
ive never been one for silence
padded walls, baby
its funny how every/nothing ever really changes around here
except maybe the intentions behind everyones blacked racoon eyes
thank you for making my return home less like a bandaid ripping off
and more like listening to the record "take this to your grave"
dear summer, i am in love with your possibilities

Thu, 23 Nov 2006 09:23:50 GMT

i am an arms dealer.
its a status thing
funny how it kills you to talk about your small town
and im just dying to be a part of it
im giving answers to unasked questions
you and i are a coke and mentos reaction
we're wet eyelashes and clandestine hoodies
but at the end of the day we're just you and me
split ends on fake hair
after all, love is only the product of a chemical in your brain
obsession meets a mediocre world
sweet dreaming

happy thanksgiving. im thankful for secrets tucked away on internet blogs. we are we are...

<33

Wed, 24 May 2006 02:54:36 GMT

photo update for funn

i can't wait for summer

Fri, 24 Mar 2006 04:38:12 GMT

just dont read this. i should put it on private but who cares at this point. if you can figure it out then all power to you. you should be in.

you know, i thought i had it all figured out. it was all in shades of black and white. ugly or perfect.
i thought i had it all figured out.
you changed that.
i figure everyone cries themselves to sleep at one point in their life. my moments are just more often then theirs. nobody likes "them" anyways.
lets all sing choruss of "i wish i weren't me."
in loud screamo with all the beautiful emo undertones.
i thought i had it figured out.
i guess without a second look you could call me emo. i dunno what other people see. the reflection in the mirror is always flipping me off. ive become numb to that part. i just don't want everyone else to see that.
i also don't want any "she doesn't have reasons"
you just don't know.
you just don't care.
i would let you in if i even knew how to put it in words.
if i wasnt allergic to drama.
i thought i had it all figured out.
thats been running through my head all day. all night.
you said something that hit that place.
why do i have to make friends?
its always so complicated.
love this love that
its dangerous.
you'd be amazed what it looks like in here.
i thought i had it all figured out.
ive been cursing your name all day.
i was about to let it all go
i was about to just stop this thing.

i hate you with every fiber in my being. every breath i take is laced with threats and fears.

i love you with every fiber in my being. every breath i take is laced with that place i tend to call home.

someone tell me what to do. jesus. im so lost right now.

you know, this isn't even going to make sense to her.

i can't stand when i don't understand all of this...

maybe ill tell you all of it.
maybe tomorrow.
maybe not ever.

jeez.

the song says everything will be just fine

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 05:14:28 GMT

ok so now a real entry:

you have the curse of one liners and i have the curse of curves. i would say "come on, work with me" if i didn't like a challenge every once in a while.

nine days and my head is spinning out of control. so say what are you waiting for save her save her! i never set my clocks. being late is the new disco. insomnia is the new cute. are we seeing a pattern...?

my head feels empty today. sometimes i have words crawling out my fingertips. times like this words can't even begin to touch. i can try my best.

i get to see my bestfriend. these friends are golden.
my head hurts just enough to be home. priceless.
we started talking. hes a real person. or a really smooth robot.
nine days and i get to see the kids who changed me forever.
twelve days until cake day. i hear 15 is a big thing for spanish kids.
the inability to sleep is crawling back. more like seeping back into my veins. if i could see it im sure it would be black and bright pink. the colors of night and sunrise. beautiful.
the jerk is being cold to all of us. i guess ive learned to ignore it a little. i can't stand that hes going to be nice to me on my birthday. fake fake fake faker. like plastic wrap stretched over a little too much rotten meat. eat up.

and thing is, shes the only one whos gonna understand all of this. they say its dangerous to tell anyone the whole story. lie. its dangerous not to let anyone in.

im afraid this is all going to turn out wrong. im afraid its going to crash and burn the way it has every time before.

keep knocking me down. i swear ill always get up one more time.

listen to: Armor for Sleep- the truth about heaven

dont believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die.

Thu, 23 Mar 2006 05:08:25 GMT

i love melanie yes i do i love melanie how about you!?

see i wrote something that is current AND public.

FO SHO

Sun, 20 Nov 2005 07:02:08 GMT

Back home. and theres a light on in michigan... and im so glad to be home. sitting at this computer with my best friend in the world feels perfect. just right. sharing stories is what i live for. thank god for best friends. the one person who understands me best... looooove. this morning on the way to the airport, waitwaitdon'ttellme came on, and a six year old sat his gay parents down and told them he was going to be gay when he grew up, because he thought "gay" meant living with your best friend for the rest of your life. i must think like a six year old. loaded peter pan complex it and pull it. ok so i have to sleep cause its like 2 in the am. i love this thing we live.

<3 d

happy birthday chris

Fri, 18 Nov 2005 03:13:02 GMT

I guess you could say that the world is one giant cliche. hands to hearts guns to heads. i watched the full moon hanging high in the skys. a night for lovers. too bad my head is stuffed in the planter box in the mall. And why do you always become friends with the kids you hated at first? Grudges don't last forever. I swear to god I'll be your number one with a bullet. Talking out the window. Too bad the wind doesn't blow all the way home. You would hear my voice whining about my life or polishing my ego. Keep it real, keep it real. And i miss you like summer days...

oh yeah and now that i've muttered nonsense, ill mutter more nonsense. happy birthday chris. i love you. not that you're reading this. haha. i guess it makes me feel like a better person if i pretend that i actually know the people that i worship.

<3

shotgun. wedding.