Mumford and Sons are fucking AMAZING. They, unlike me and my vocab, are beautiful. They are eloquently and successfully describing my situation in almost every single song. Ugh, so cliche I know, but seriously. Every hit on that piano, that raspy voice, holy Christ, why is the lead singer not in my bed? Naked? I'd tap. Shit. I truly believe the love of my life will be an Irish man. I need to go to Ireland. ASAP. Didn't they make some chick flick about that? Leapyear? Yeah, I should watch that.
PS, I just posted one of their videos. I think it's the post before this one. Schweet.
Oh my god, I have so much to do. Ugh, two more weeks and I am free. I will miss my friends dearly though. Who do I have back home? No one. Ew ew ew ew. Oh what a sad revelation. Imma have to build some bridges FAST and make a drinking crew at home.
OH MY GOD. I forgot. I made a whiskey date with one of the people I'm going to interview. FUCKING STOKED. I think it's just going to be badass that I'm going to be in a pub with a tattooed huge ass guy. FUCK YES. Ugh, either way I'm wicked nervous too. But more so excited. Chyeah.
Oh and, I really hope for the best with this. I do. When you say so, I'll guess it'll be ok. I'll wait.
Dave. Seriously. I love you. I loved you. You were my all for three years. And I'm learning to cope. It's not easy, not at all. but you're not helping. Your incessant texting and your facebook messages and statuses...just no. Get out, get away, leave me alone. I'm done. Cry all you want, maybe it's your turn. I'm all cried out. I'm dried out. Just, fuck, leave me alone. I get excited about thinking about new people and whiskey dates and shit. "Tomorrow would have been 40 months". Oh fuck you, you never cared before! It's too late. I'm finally alive.
Fuck. Yes.
Alright, I have to get some work done. For real. EWIE.
Well, my piece today will be the mumford lyrics to little lion man. So fantastic. Seriously, get in my beddddd.
Little Lion Man, Mumford and Sons
Weep for yourself, my man,
You'll never be what is in your heart
Weep Little Lion Man,
You're not as brave as you were at the start
Rate yourself and rake yourself,
Take all the courage you have left
Wasted on fixing all the problems
That you made in your own head
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear?
Didn't I, my...
Tremble for yourself, my man,
You know that you have seen this all before
Tremble Little Lion Man,
You'll never settle any of your scores
Your grace is wasted in your face,
Your boldness stands alone among the wreck
Now learn from your mother or else spend your days Biting your own neck
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear? (x2)
Didn't I, my dear?
Ahhhhh......
But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn't I, my dear? (x2)
Didn't I, my dear?
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