tbs.

i am fred astaire.

she's crying as she lies on top of his warm body holding her tight. taking in every breath of her broken memories of the life she used to have and is now terrified to think about. her black-stained tears roll off her cheeks and onto his. he whispers "i love you" in attempt to calm her heart. they fall asleep so tranquil and together. they will never forget the night that they shared their upmost raw feelings of their broken hearts and deja vous.

i saw the movie Happy Accidents the other nite. really good. you should watch it...
school happens in less than two weeks, kindly stab me in the back right now to get it over with.
me and jordan went to the barrie mall today and did those photobooth pictures. real cute.
i also got the new taking back sunday cd. its a keeper. to hell with you and all your frends.