Feb
9th
Tue
9th
I spend 50% of my day writing books, 25% of my day thinking about what I'm going to eat next, 12% of my day chilling with my dog, 8% of my day bitching, 3% of my day drinking wine, and 2% of my day lamenting the fact that I'll never have abs like Marisa Miller. That might not even add up to 100%, I don't know, I don't really like math.
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Mm, let’s make out.
The Weepies, World Spins Madly On
Everything that I said I’d do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
I just got lost and slept right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on
Feb
8th
Mon
8th
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Word.
The Script, Breakeven
Her best days will be some of my worst
She finally met a man that’s gonna put her first
While I’m wide awake she’s no trouble sleeping
‘Cause when a heart breaks, no it don’t breakeven, even, no
What am I suppose to do
When the best part of me was always you and
What am I suppose to say
When I’m all choked up and you’re okay
I’m falling to pieces, yeah
I’m falling to pieces
They say bad things happen for a reason
But no wise words gonna stop the bleeding
‘Cause she’s moved on while I’m still grieving
And when a heart breaks, no it don’t breakeven, even, no
I’m still alive but I’m barely breathing
Just prayed to a God that I don’t believe in
‘Cause I got time while she got freedom
‘Cause when a heart breaks, no it don’t break
No it don’t break, no it don’t breakeven, no
Oh, it don’t breakeven, no
All the words were meant for you
And never been said before …
And never been said before …
— Ryan Adams, This Is It
