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01/12/09 at 11:03 PM by hydraulicheart
|These are my reasons to.|
Words. mewithoutYou's ability to cure my everything. Driving down the highway at night in the middle of winter with my windows down, especially when it is raining. Genuine people. My independence. How bright my future is. Anticipation. Creation. Bonnaroo Music + Arts Festival. Airports. Wayne's World. Word association. Strangers who smile back. My parents. The relationship I have with my brother. Foxes. Cinnamon Eggos with a scoop of coffee ice cream on top. Carelessness. Memories. Overcoming a weakness. Art. Tattoos. Piercings. Italian food. Flaws. People-watching. Strong female vocals. Free-thinkers. Driving aimlessly. Soccer. Volleyball. My past. The little things. People who are nice for no reason. Photographs. Laughter. Infinity. How much more intimate music is when heard through headphones. Discovering a new favorite band. Fear Before. The unknown. Horses. Changing someone's life. James Frey. Being a morning person. Being a night person. Surpassing one's expectations. Learning through experience. Sleep. Lyrics that just fit. Catch For Us The Foxes. Eliot's Fair Grounds coffee shop in Norfolk, Virginia. Bodies of water. Being in a strange city. Dresses. How much of an impact the sun has in the middle of a cold winter. The first snow of the season. Living vicariously through someone else's happiness. Change. Foreign films. Best friends of the opposite sex (more namely, my best friend of the opposite sex). Inspiration. Waking up to text messages. Having something to look forward to. Dreams that seem real. The smell of Borders. Blue Duck (my iPod). Forever 21. Saying "right on" far too much. Being girly. A new attraction. Hearing songs for the first time in years yet still knowing all of the words. Hot showers. Feeling the good kind of anxious. The idea of living with my brother and my best friend in a few months. Yorkshire Terriers. No drugs. No alcohol. No cigarettes. Relativity. Staring at the sun. Zooey Deschanel. Pugs. Being treated how I deserve to be treated. Making someone smile. Realization. Living. A perfectly made Cinnamon Dulce Latte from Starbucks. Drums. Growing up. Being told "You look familiar". People who go the extra mile. Feeling accomplished. Starting a new journal. Making this list. Getting to know someone. Having control. Having a backbone. Reliving my teen years through old mixed CDs. Snail mail. Aaron Weiss. Starting a new book. Sunsets that look like the cover of Sleepercar's West Texas. Being the one person someone confides in. Questions. Having all the time in the world. New beginnings. Undivided attention. You.