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From Cambridge

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I’m coming up only to hold you under
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it’s all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion I’ll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I’m ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

I’m coming up only to show you down for
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow
For’e they died had trees to hang their hope

At every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I’m ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

~Band of Horses – The Funeral

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Chuck Bass.

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If Chuck Bass dies, I’m never watching Gossip Girl again.

Jussayin’

Mollyxxx

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RIP Teddy.

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It is that quiet contemplative moment, where I am unsure of what happened and unsure of how I feel about it.

I quickly consider what the different options are; indifference, anger, hate, sadness, depression, resentment, happiness, and I wonder where each option will take me.

I wonder what your next action will be, what I will say, whether whatever option I’ve decided to take will be an over reaction, an under reaction or just a reaction.

I make an educated guess of what the response will be and add that into my calculation.

It happens in only a few seconds.

But then I just realise my goldfish is dead and cry, because although he’s a goldfish, and many may think I am over reacting, he is my beautiful friend, and some douche drowned him in fish food.

molly.xx

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I’ve got this crazy kinda crush on you

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I’ve decided, well I’m not sure it’s a decision which will last for the rest of my life, but at least temporarily, I’m going to stay single for the rest of my life.

I think I suffer from a deathly Crush Disease or something because I honestly have like 10 serious crushes. And the worst part is I don’t think I know any of the people I have a crush on… I’m just some crazy fan person who likes famous people and the characters they play in tv shows. I sometimes feel bad when I like someone I know because I have all these stupid crushesthatwon’teverhappennomatterhowbadlyiwantthemtoo and it’s almost like I’m cheating on them…

I mean what would I tell my boyfriend… “Hey, I really like you…. but if Chuck Bass or Toni Dinozzo were real, I’d dump you in a second.. or if you know… that guy on that show I really like, yeah if I met him I’d say I was single.. oh and if I met a guy who reminded me of that other guy I have a crush on… Yeah you’d be gone..”

So you see what I mean? I’m being a nice person by staying single.

When I’m older or something I’ll just have cats or adopt children or something.

Or I’ll meet one of these crushes and we’ll fall madly in love and live happily ever after.

Whatever.

molly xxx

p.s. I can’t see this lasting.

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I saw diamonds divide

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i was raised on a dirt road
ghost town, stray dogs
whole nine, the gold mine closed down
i knew the woods like the back of my hand
and i would shoot the breeze
with the roots and trees
i’d go by the river
and watch the way the devil dances
but never took his hand
even though i did have several chances
everybody slept
when the morning dew turned to frost
darkness moved in
and somebody burned a cross
a girl named stella cuwin
was prettier than you`d imagine
the town should’ve given her the crown
for the beauty pageant
but instead
some local pinhead started spreading rumors
about the cuwins being inbreds
and what’s worse, people believed it
cause the family was dirt poor
and down on their luck
so that made it hurt more
picking up garbage and mowing the grass
at this point stella stopped going to class
you know how they ridicule a kid in school
and this shit’s enough
to make anybody feel like a misfit
she made herself invisible
and hid inside a house of mirrors
whenever the fear stops
so did the tear drops
but fear is forever
and lies become legend
and eventually growing
slowly, exponentially
she should’ve been a cover girl
treated like a princess
but she’s an enigma
haunted by the stigma of incest

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

one horse town
known for the most softness
little old schoolhouse
burned down post office
blueberries and bulrushes
a tree with a tire swing
volunteer fireman’s fair
the whole entire thing
stella was heartbroken
decided to start smoking
bad taste in her mouth
she grew into a sad face
her few friends were worried
but her parents were always pround of her
but she never escaped from under the cloud cover
a woman reduced
she was eaten by a monster
and after all these years
the past, it still haunts her
it whispers her name
when she’s trying instead
to just listen to music
while she’s lying in bed
now the story of stella
is one that every child knows
but the witch in the woods
is more like a wild rose

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

Stella ~ Buck 65

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For the 90’s Children

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Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said ‘You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, ‘I might as well kick it’.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait, I hear the prissy, booze, whine, all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don’t think so
I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain’t trying to get arrested yet.
I just got here!
I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say is that this cab was rare
But I thought ‘Man forget it’ – ‘Yo home to Bel Air’

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’
I looked to my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

Fresh Prince of Bel Air – Will Smith

I used to love this show, I think I still have a crush on Will Smith.

molllzaa. xx

ps. to albsster happy bday for like 2 days ago and keep practicing your driving test stuff ❤

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Painted Sinatra Blue

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Someday my pain, someday my pain
Will mark you
Harness your blame, harness your blame
And walk through

With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I’ll call you
Send it farther on

Solace my game, solace my game
It stars you
Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane
And run me through

And the story’s all over you
In the morning i’ll call you
Can’t you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue

What might have been lost –

Don’t bother me

someday my pain…. someday my pain…

Bon Iver – The Wolves Act I & II

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