posted by who's that girl @ 10/21/2005 05:02:00 am
Friday, October 21
*sad face* oh i see how it is, i come home and you stop writing? phooey. phooey i say!
a blog of immigration, weddings, and most importantly, true lof
About Me
- Name: who's that girl
- Location: Pittsburgh/London, United Kingdom
Native Pittsburgher, 22 years old and living in south London with my wonderful fiance and random neighborhood cats. BA in Literature, studying for my MA at King's College London. I collect yarn like squirrels collect nuts, I love the Steelers, I love trashy magazines (when Dave lets me read them), I love the idea of our wedding, I love graduating with a degree, I love drinking, and I love most music. I hate the Ravens and Browns, I hate pretentiousness, I hate planning weddings, I hate studying, I hate hangovers, and I probably hate your favourite band.
Previously...
- something nice.
- holy crap, im coming home.
- and when i tell you that i love you, oh, you're go...
- august 3 2005
- a note
- dave is awesome, how awesome is dave
- you know it seems the more we talk about it it onl...
- check your messenger, i left you the number here a...
- everyone's saying different things to me, differen...
- however far away i will always love you
Smiling
Spinning 'round and 'round
Holding hands
The whole world a blur
But you are standing
Soaked
Completely drenched
No rubber boots
Running in us
Want to erupt from a shell
Wind in
And outdoor smell of your hair
I hit as fast as I could
With my nose
Hopping into puddles
Completely drenched
Soaked
With no boots on
And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
And I get nosebleed
But I always get up
---translation of "Hoppípolla" ("Hopping in Puddles") by Sigur Rós
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