Innocence, Will, and Molly
Ever gone onto Google images and just typed in a random word, hoping to get a picture that moves you? Well, that is how I got this picture. I typed in the word “innocence” and apparently this is a still from some movie by that title. I don’t really care about the movie. But this picture always seemed so cool to me, and now every time I look at it I think of innocence. I wish that I could go back to being innocent. Some might say that I still am. If you measure in years, I guess I am, but if you measure in how many times I say fuck…
I just like it. I named them Will and Molly. I don’t know why. Just like giving things names. I am in a real sentimental mood tonight. I’ll go back to my Bitch tomorrow. She welcomes me with opening arms. Hitting myself on the head and telling myself to fall to goddamn-fucking sleep, this is Anonymous Bitch giving you the story on this picture, and Anonymous Bitch’s sudden and unexpected conforming to mushiness. Fuck it; I hope this sickness goes away soon.
posted by Anonymous Bitch at 11:34 PM
2 Comments:
i don't know what kind of music you listen to, and honestly, i bet it's not much country, but i like a lot of different stuff, so i do listen to country. my point is, i found this song, and it made me think of him. and it made me think of you. because i think we feel the same about love. similarly, at least.
"Tell me you've had trouble sleeping
That you toss and turn from side to side
That it's my face you've been seeing
In your dreams at night
Tell me that you wake up crying
And you're not sure exactly why
Tell me that something is missing
In your life, in your life baby
[Chorus]
Tell me that you live for love
That forever is never enough
That you've waited all your life to see
That you want so badly to believe
Tell me that it's not just me
I could have sworn I saw you smile at me
Standing in the poring rain
At a loss for words and running out of time
I said this crazy thing (crazy thing), I said"
i don't know. there seems to be an innocence in that song, to me. like, i'm telling you how i feel, please don't break my heart. there's something young and brave about it, and i love it. and if you don't, well, that's okay. we're all different. but i just thought... i dunno. maybe you would...
hi, its the same as my diaryland template. i love it so much, i wish we could all go back to those days. naomi x x x x x x
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