crown me queen.

it's like i'm the center, and all that relatively matters doesn't anymore. once you get like me, and i know you will, we will flyyyyy and be the galactic surfers we once were. people say many things to me. you wouldn't believe how open some people truly are, because in the end who REALLY gives a fuck about comments from these critics....? ( =_=) i'm searching (=_= ). shit i say doesn't surprise people either--their responses are short but in the end they listened. and thats all you really need, an open ear. the violinist in this song is killlllerrr http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3ItundPwCPw&feature=autoplay&list=WL113B721102035136&index=3&playnext=1, btw. though, i miss those "where are you?" "i miss you" "i dont want anyone else to be your lover" calls/texts/emails. but it's like my brain is decaying. hahaa i can't even explain it. rah rahhh. finals.

check mate. ;)