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I had to physically restrain myself from making this a Spike/Faye mix. Maybe one day...
( I think it's time to blow this scene... )
Current Music: Disenchanted - MCR
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look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
[ and . S H E ' S . gone ]
10 March 2009 @ 10:48 pm
I had to physically restrain myself from making this a Spike/Faye mix. Maybe one day...
( I think it's time to blow this scene... )
05 March 2009 @ 11:21 pm
Current Mood: 
motherfuckin' headache
motherfuckin' headacheCurrent Music: bang the doldrums - fall out boy
16 February 2009 @ 04:18 pm
16 February 2009 @ 02:25 pm
I Want My Fairytale (But Life Doesn't Work Like That)
( So much for a movie ending romance, revise and rewrite. )
13 February 2009 @ 06:13 pm
love is just a four-letter word
a semi-melancholy valentines day mix. no, not melancholy... i guess the word i'm looking for is "mellow."
( When you gonna love you as much as I do? )
08 February 2009 @ 11:12 pm
Notso Darling's Agony Of Defeat Part One
a mix, of sorts, for jessica darling of sloppy firsts.
( I’ve censored my true feelings more and more, replacing them with lies that I know everyone wants to hear. I’ve felt like I’ve lost my right to have an opinion, just because I know no one will back me up. )
07 February 2009 @ 11:31 am
it's not like i'm caught up in fame
like you never dreamed of being a star?
( i want loads of clothes and fuck-loads a' diamonds )
06 February 2009 @ 11:27 pm
i sang (while i could)
songs I want played at my funeral, whenever it comes around. note: this is not meant to be a "morbid" mix. it wouldn't even have to be for a funeral. it's for rainy days when you want to reflect and sunny days when you're trying to sleep. it's for having a cat curled up at your feet. but i made it as a funeral mix.
( it's just the fault of faulty manufacturing )
Current Mood: 
sore
sore06 February 2009 @ 11:12 pm
we have such a sad time together
it's not gonna work, so have some music to break the inevitable fall.
( Racing through the city, windows down )