Who will rescue me? Who will rescue you?
We’ve got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the part we...– Sirius Black
I don’t understand why people so adamantly avoid my last name. Boileau Morrison. It’s not difficult. Boileau is not my middle name for cripes sake. what the heck.
If I could be anyone, I would be Elliot Smith. But not dead.
This Is How You Spell “HAHAHA, We Destroyed The Hopes And Dreams Of A Generation Of Faux-Romantics”
I discovered this weekend that I am perfect. Some would say it sounds conceited or self-absorbed. They are wrong. I don’t mean that I am better than anyone else, I am just perfect for me. I have always liked being naked, but only in the comfort of my own home. I have officially embraced my body and am able to share it with other people. Thank you god, whoever you are. Thank you me, I know...
Where The WIld Things Are was fantastic, to say the least.
I am dropping Math 12 !!!!!!!!! And taking Biology 12 by correspodence! It makes me want to dance and sing and laugh in the school’s face and rejoice. I’m considerably happier now.
What did the vinagarette say to the refridgerator? Close the door! I’m dressing!
I’m going to call work tomorrow and ask for this weekend off. I need it. I’ve been going too hard, too weakly. I need time. I need an escape. Maybe I’ll find something in Vancouver in 72 hours. Who says I’ll be searching? Who’s to say what I’m looking for. This is madness, this is.
Morning thoughts; Nothing ever makes any fucking sense in the morning. I think I’ll get up and run to the next town over. I think I’ll curl back up in blankets. I think I’ll fall onto the fucking floor and start laughing. I think I’ll wlak into the ocean with my jeans on. Last night, today, and everything between.
Mark my words, I might be something someday.– Someday, Tegan and Sara
Sometimes I wish that you would stop saying things that nice so that I could stop pretending that they’re about me.
I was offered an apology, and I didn’t accept it. I didn’t want to, it didn’t seem right. Yet I can’t help but feeling terrible. What if it was sincere? I am not in the wrong, so why do I feel so dreadful?
Tegan and Sara in December Against Me! in March
I am so fucking lonely.
thank you very much. sometimes meanings and emotions are the only thing that...– JetsToReason aka The Anatomy Of
For some reason, if a woman or an indie rock band sings about love or gets a...– Sara Quin, Blur Magazine Interview
Those who don’t matter, mind. Those who matter, don’t mind.
I DON’T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT TOY STORY IN 3D. I NEVER LIKED TOY STORY AND I DON’T LIKE IT IN 3D.
Sometimes there are the moments so perfect that you wish that the camera would pan out and everything would fade, before one of us screws it up.
wow I’d way rather have free wi-fi than healthcare…for sure. I use...– user squirrelbong of youtube
My love for you is a stampede of horses. It is a half-frame photo.
ohai tegan and sara AGAIN.
December 21, 2009Save On Memorial CentreVictoria, BC with AFI and Jets Overhead Public on sale Saturday, October 3rd at 11:00am Ticket pre-sale starts at 11:00am on Tuesday, September 29 and runs until 10:00pm on Friday October 2. Password is SAINTHOOD January 06, 2010The Orpheum TheatreVancouver, BC with An Horse Tickets on sale now at ticketmaster.com
Is it weird that I actually make sounds like this: ashdgsfdjhsa;dfhdgs psssdsdddjdfsdfakkkkkssshhh ngggddrffsdsfsrtsf on a regular basis in real life? Probably.
pounding heart. oh, shut up. I’m not very funny.
I hate that nobody tried to get in touch with me through other means. I hate it.
tumble, tumble, tumble
words, words, words, picture, picture, picture, songs, songs, songs, type, type, type.