Damien Rice, SIA, Madonna, Brooke White, James, Gwen, Howie Day, Coldplay, Weezer, Kosheen, Nicole Atkins, James Blunt, Phoenix, Bad Pop, Good Pop, Jet, The Killers, Lily Allen, The Feeling, Kelly Clarkson, Lifehouse, The Bravery, Anna Nalick, Christina, Paulo Nutini, Moby, The Bedingfields, Aerosmith, MGMT, Katy Perry, Rufus Wainright, Johnny Cash, Bob Dylan, The White Stripes, Boys With Guitars, Girls With Pianos, Tori, The Feeling, Gavin Degraw, Bonnie Tyler, Pete Yorn, The Shins, Frou Frou, KT Tunstall, Regina Spektor, Rilo Kiley, Lizzie West, Get set Go, The Killers, Death Cab For Cutie, Radiohead, Aqualung, Ryan Adams, Juno Soundtrack, Sheryl Crow (LOL), Gary Jules, etc . . .
Movies
I'm not even gonna try real hard. I have one for every day or at least every mood.
Harry Potter 3 and 4, LOTR, Moulin Rouge, CLOSER, Love Actually, Star Wars, and I'm done.
I usually don't like to watch scary movies alone!
Television
"Picture it. Saint Olaf, 1913..."
"Martha Stewart is a witch. No one could do that much deco podge without the help of dark magic"
Books
All the ones I've written and still have yet to write.
A.)I am a work in Progress.
2.)If you want to know something about me, ask.
I ask for advice and the dead teach me things I already thought I knew. I ask for advice as I lay myself down. I ask for God to show me things of forgiveness and rage. He, who was the heart, leads me to a place long lost among the purple mountains. Below where Eagles and Angels fly. The air is thick and dark as night moves on from the night before. A rotten house of a home sits in the glen. A thicket of briers and thorny things keeps the pathway well concealed. He teaches us still, because I am not alone, even though he no longer lives. He teaches us to close our eyes and breathe the world in. I can see the spirits, tiny orbs of supernatural luminescent light. They are few inside the walls but their voices can be heard as they float by. We leave their hauntings inside as we travel another trail. Outside the sky is full of stars, but stars composed of souls long departed that float through the wreckage. They fill up the sky and reach high into the heavens. Concealing the beauty that God intended. More lives lost than all the stars in the galaxy. It’s a wonderful sight. It’s a wonderful night. This is what he shows me when I ask for advice. This is what I see when I ask questions about me.
So I search for people that will inspire this inside me. In my waking life, I search for those golden souls. I search for that spark that you don't know until you see it starring back at you. And if I can't find it in my waking life, I search the realm of dreams. There are so many things that we do not know, and when I close my eyes, I don't go to sleep to dream. I search the world of man, and one slightly different for everything that I wish to see. Everyone that was meant for me. I can't deny that people come into our lives for reasons, figuring it out is the hard part. If every drop of rain had a life, had a voice, would it end when it shattered against the cold hard ground? Or would it change into a thousand tinier voices as it separates. And then, once all the rain has bleed into the ground and seeped into the river, what then does it sound like? One bellowing, and booming voice? One ethereal tone? One maniacal laugh that haunts our bones?
i don't know if you watch icarly or not, but you should, it's funny! carly's arch nemesis, neville, has future aspirations to own his own haberdashery... lmao
Cause I can't help it if you look like an angel Can't help it if I want to kiss you in the rain So Come feel this magic I've been feelin' since I met you <3 Can't help it if there's no one else Mmm I can't help myself. :)
And I almost forgot... this was my entire reason for coming to your profile page: Send me a pic from the xmas party of us smooching?! Consider it proof that you're in my top 5! ;)
