Jackie Who?

“He Won’t Go”

Some say I’ll be better without you
But they don’t know you like I do
Or at least the sides I thought I knew

I can’t bear this time
It drags on as I lose my mind
Reminded by things I find
Like notes and clothes you left behind

Wake me up, wake me up when all is done
I won’t rise until this battle’s won
My dignity’s become undone

But I won’t go
I can’t do it on my own
If this ain’t love, then what is?
I’m willing to take the risk

I won’t go
I can’t do it all alone
If this ain’t love, then what is?
I’m willing to take the risk

So petrified, I’m so scared to step into this ride
What if I lose my heart and fail declined?
I won’t forgive me if i give up trying

I heard his voice today
I didn’t know a single word he said
Not one resemblance to the man I met
Just a vacant broken boy instead

But I won’t go
I can’t do it on my own
If this ain’t love, then what is?
I’m willing to take the risk

I won’t go
I can’t do it all alone
If this ain’t love, then what is?
I’m willing to take the risk

There will be times
We’ll try and give it up
Bursting at the seams, no doubt
We’ll almost fall apart then burn the pieces
To watch them turn to dust
But nothing will ever taint us

I won’t go
I can’t do it on my own
If this ain’t love, then what is?
I’m willing to take the risk

I won’t go
I can’t do it all alone
If this ain’t love, then what is?
I am willing to take the risk

Will he… will he still remember me?
Will he still love me even when he’s free?
Or will he go back to the place where he would choose the poison over me?

When we spoke yesterday,
You said to hold my breath… to sit and wait
“I’ll be home so soon, I won’t be late”

He won’t go
He can’t do it on his own
If this ain’t love, then what is?
He’s willing to take the risk

So I won’t go
He can’t do it on his own
If this ain’t love, then what is?
We’re willing to take the risk

Cause he won’t go
He can’t do it on his own
If this ain’t love, then what is?
We’re willing to take the risk

I won’t go
I can’t do it on my own
If this ain’t love, then what is?
I’m willing to take the risk

Not a creep not me (Taken with instagram)

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17/365: All Is Not Well. on Flickr.

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But, I’m told it’ll all be quite nice.
Styrofoam Boots by Modest Mouse

So I had to take a few days from uploading, partly due to being busy with school and life but also to construct this massive 70+ photo collage! This is the performing arts center building at California State University Northridge, right by where I live. I was inspired by this photo I found on Photojojo’s Tumblr. Thanks for checking it out! I promise to catch back up on my uploads by tomorrow 0:]

I’m now selling prints of my work on RedBubble and ImageKind

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I’ve never been a good cook .

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“What is this going to get us? Where are we heading in? When do we start to live, dear? When do we really begin?

We can’t go on the way we’ve gone I’m at the end of my rope I can’t live on love, I’ve so much of And I can’t keep living on hope

What is this going to get us? Only an aching heart When is this going to get us? Together, never to part “

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So Your Cat Wants A Massage?

best. video. ever.

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70timesseven:

megan-meetsworld:

“Mom, listen, I haven’t been together with Topanga for 22 years, but we have been together for 16. That’s a lot longer than most couples have been together. I mean, when we were born, you told me that we used to take walks in our strollers together around the block. When we were two, we were best friends. I mean, I knew everything about this girl. I knew her favorite color, her favorite food. Then we became six, Eric made fun of me because it wasn’t cool to have a best friend that was a girl or even know a girl. So for the next seven years I threw dirt at her. I like to call those “the lost years”. Then when I was thirteen, mom, she put me up against my locker and she kissed me. I mean, she gave me my first kiss. She taught me how to dance. She always was talking about these crazy things and I never understood a word she said. All I understood was that she was the girl I sat up every night thinking about, and when I’m with her, I feel happy to be alive. Like I can do anything. Even talk to you like this. So that’s, that’s what I think is love, mom. When I’m better because she’s here.”

oh boy meets world

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11/365: Bless The Telephone. on Flickr.

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Bless The Telephone by Labi Siffre

This is essentially my last look at Jackie yesterday, before she left Los Angeles, headed back to Reno. I won’t get to see her for another month almost. But I’ll be back for ten days at the end of June, which is something to look forward to! Anyway, I miss her all the time.

I’m now selling prints of my work on RedBubble and ImageKind.

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perfectdisguise:

11/365: Bless The Telephone. on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Bless The Telephone by Labi Siffre

This is essentially my last look at Jackie yesterday, before she left Los Angeles, headed back to Reno. I won’t get to see her for another month almost. But I’ll be back for ten days at the end of June, which is something to look forward to! Anyway, I miss her all the time.

I’m now selling prints of my work on RedBubble and ImageKind.

(Source: codyslr)