In an alternate universe you could be mine.
We would cuddle and hug until all our troubles were gone.
I would make you waffles for dinner and you would laugh because I’m so childish.
You would make me happy with your jokes and I would smile forever more.
Anytime reality tried to bring us down we would go see a funny movie and kiss the entire time.
In the rain I would worry about my hair but you would tell me you didn’t love me because of my hair and I would be perfectly fine walking hand in hand with you.
When we fought we would end up laughing from the absurd way we look imitating the other and agree to never fight again even though we know we would.
We would go through old journals and realize that the words we’ve been writing all these years were actually for each other.
You would make fun of the way I can’t see without my glasses and I would tickle your side until you couldn’t breath and then we would just lay there looking at the ceiling knowing that this is what people mean when they talk about forever.
We would be lovely and beautiful just as we are.

The XX
Blog enthusiasts who thought wearing a keffiyeha was awesome.

Passion Pit
Bros vaguely interested in listening to music and very interested in having sex with their girlfriend.

The Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Girls who bought checkered sneakers in the 8th grade.

Fleet Foxes
Hopelessly patchy beard growers.

TV On The Radio
Politically-correct hipsters.

Grizzly Bear
People who think that world hunger could be assuaged with four part harmonies.

Micachu and the Shapes
Chicks with bad teeth.

Wavves
Dudes who think low production value is “authentic” and would go down on Todd P.

Steve Aoki
Alts who don’t “get” Hipster Runoff.

Joanna Newsom
People who have considered befriending a squirrel.

Devendra Banhart
People who have considered becoming a squirrel.

Animal Collective
Guys who make “Best of the Year” lists in January based predominantly on “feeling.”

The Antlers
Boys who enjoy crying more than their girlfriend.

Vivian Girls
Girls who purchase a guitar, buy flannel from the Salvation Army, wear glasses that they don’t actually need, and still can’t get the guy.

Vampire Weekend
Bros who try to make out with girls at concerts by relating to them via old Nickelodeon shows. “Remember Pete & Pete??”

Death Cab for Cutie
Girls who quote lyrics as their Facebook status.

Neon Indian
Gorilla Vs. Bear readers.

She & Him
People who hate Ben Gibbard.

Bon Iver
People with self-esteem issues and probably hate Ben Gibbard.

Washed Out
Those who comfortably accept chillwave as a genre.

Memory Tapes
Those who comfortably accept chillwave as a lifestyle.

The Shins
Premature alts who considered Garden State a life-altering viewing experience.

Radiohead
Everyone.

Tegan & Sara
Lesbians and guys who firmly believe that when there are two girls on stage together, there is a 63% chance of them making out.

St. Vincent
Feminists.

Drake
Indie rap fans who thought Tha Carter III was too mainstream.

Ra Ra Riot
Girls who got their boyfriends to watch Me and You and Everyone We Know.

Bat for Lashes
Girls who wear leggings outside of ’80s-themed parties.

Japandroids
Guys who only read Pitchfork for the ratings and haven’t showered in at least two days.

Kimya Dawson
Chicks who are described by their girlfriends as “sweet” and “really nice” when guys ask if their friend is hot.

Girls
Anyone who thinks The Catcher in Rye is the greatest book of all time.

Kid Cudi
Blipsters who still wear neon shoes and smoke pot.

The Flaming Lips
Self-actualized bros who grow pot.

Antony and the Johnsons
Guys who still cry every time they watch Bambi.

Matt and Kim
Closeted Blink-182 enthusiasts.

Here We Go Magic
Guys who are ‘over’ Gizzly Bear.

Phoenix
People who don’t listen to enough music.

Sufjan Stevens
People who believe in two things: Jesus and Juno.

M.I.A.
Girls who don’t understand politics.

Regina Spektor
Girls who don’t understand boys.

Justice
Bros who, at one point in their lives, have tried to grow a mustache.

Arcade Fire
Frequent transcendental experience havers.

Deerhunter
Avid doodlers.

Wilco
Guys who go to concerts to relax.

YACHT
Someone who, if presented with the opportunity to join a cult, would most definitely join that cult.

Ratatat
Boys who think Ocarina of Time is the greatest game ever made.

Patrick Wolf
Gay guys.

CSS
Girls who throw up at every party.

Woods
Indie dudes who wear beanies and you can see the front of their hair pulled back beneath it.

Spoon
Bros who drink shitty beer without ironic intentions.

Dirty Projectors
People who like way too many toppings on their pizza.

Sainthood- Tegan and Sara
Ray Guns are Not Just the Future- The Bird and the Bee
It's Blitz! -Yeah Yeah Yeahs
The E.N.D.-Black Eyed Peas
Lines, Vines and Trying Times -Jonas Brothers
Back and Fourth- Pete Yorn
Battlefield- Jordin Sparks
Hot Mess-Cobra Starship
The Boy Who Knew Too Much- Mika
The Fame Monster-Lady Gaga

I honestly don't understand why people have to be so rude. A "friend" blatantly makes fun to make themselves look better and a boss turns her back after a minor slip up. Welp in the last three days I've lost respect for a mentor, a job and a minor. That's life and we must keep going because there's worse consequences if we stop. Just remember before you judge someone that they could possibly be going through something that you don't know about it. I may be smiling but I'm hurting on the inside.

the days roll on without any change
night comes sooner now
it's quieter out without any warmth

a friend lost to the hustle
I wish you the best
but I miss what we were
before you let them take you

the light's not so bright these days
tarnished and battered it's all I can do
just to work until I'm through

the butterflies are absent most of the time
I miss the excitement
it's okay someone's out there
maybe

everything is falling into place
and falling apart
you've gone and lost yourself again

success is great and mighty for the soul

the person everyone takes for granted
always one step behind the others
never the winner
jealous of how easily others live
wishing they could change,
morph into this person they wish they could be
just a little too heavy
hair is never styled perfectly
outfit never looks stunning
hardly the talented one
gets a good laugh occasionally
underestimated and misunderstood
last place in the race of academia
barely getting by on the weekly check
trying and failing time and time again
"one of the guys" despite constant attempts,
attempts to be pretty and girly
but always getting trumped by the blond or
the stick with blue eyes
overlooked and lost amongst the beautiful
homely and hard to deal with
needy and disappointed with the outcome
hurting deep down but smiling never the less
great facade, the closest never even know
that in this heart is a hole that needs filled
just a kind gesture,
a hug on a rough day or a nod from a mentor
would make all the difference,
all the difference in the world.

I used to be so sure.
Photographer in Africa I said.
Then I woke up and I was 18.
18 and on my way into this mad world.
Goodbye they said, these people I'd known forever.
I couldn't be a photographer in Africa anymore.
"Get a job! Contribute to society!"
Growing up sucks.
I want to go back to the better days.
Days when Snick was what it was about.
The only time your heart was broken was when
your Tamagotchi pet named Ralph died.
Such rough times those were, well
I'd take them back in a heartbeat if
only that time could last forever.
So a photographer in Africa I said,
now all I see is a dream wasted.

Boyfriend by Liz Phair

I woke up alarmed
I didn't know where I was at first
Just that I woke up in your arms
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a boyfriend
The kind of guy who makes love 'cause he's in it?

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that boring old shit like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

You got up out of bed
You said you had a lot of work to do
But I heard the rest in your head
And almost immediately I felt sorry
'Cause I didn't think this would happen again
No matter what I could do or say
Just that I didn't think this would happen again
With or without my best intentions

And I want a boyfriend
I want a boyfriend
I want all that stupid old shit like letters and sodas

And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend another year alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

And I can feel it in my bones
I'm gonna spend my whole life alone
It's fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was seventeen
Fuck and run, fuck and run
Even when I was twelve

You almost felt bad
You said that I should call you up
But I knew much better than that
And almost immediately you felt sorry
'Cause you didn't think this would happen again
No matter what you could do or say
Just that you didn't think this would happen again
Without or without your best intentions

And whatever happened to a girlfriend
The kind of chick who tries to win you over?
And whatever happened to a girlfriend
The kind of chick who makes love 'cause she's in it?

And you want a girlfriend
You want a girlfriend
You want all that boring old shit like letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
Letters and sodas
Letters and sodas

This is my three year old sister. She reminds me that nothing is normal and that love can come in little bundles of pigtails.

True love doesn’t exist.

Listen: I’m not one of those girls who thinks this is true because I haven’t fallen in love, I have valid points.

I realized today that my stepmom is truly in love with my dad. This is awkward because he absolutely hates her apparently. What makes it even more awkward is that I see that she’s depressed now and that’s the cause of her drinking. It bothers me because it’s as if she’s searching for someone to rescue her, she wants my dad to save her. He’s not going to save her because he can’t even save himself. I love these people but they’re proof that true love doesn’t exist. It’s painful to see this everyday while I’m home and it hurts knowing that there isn’t a person out there for everyone. Soulmates don’t exist. True love doesn’t exist.

Sally O'Malley reigned from the Valley where all she ever said was, "As if!"

I feel like a lot of stuff on here has been annoying girl stuff so my next post will be a happy fun poem. or an angry political poem...... Stay tuned!

I'm there for you through the thick and the thin, but as soon as you're strong again you move along. I can't keep giving my all just to be let down again. There's no way you can't see how this hurts me. To want me one day and the next move along to her. What does she have that I don't? A different outlook on life? Is it my fault that I'm not her? What do I need to do to get you to stay true and stop ruining my day? Anything for you I say but what I really mean is anything to keep me here, because we know it's only a matter of time until you're holding her hand and giving her these feelings that should only be mine. You mean more to me than I obviously mean to you but don't worry darling, I'll see you as soon as the going gets tough. The only difference this time is that I'm not going to lift you up, I'm going to bring you down to my level. Let you see what I see when my heart you break once again. Enjoy this high because the low will hit hard and I'm not waiting to be your strength this time around.

I need you to take my hand and guide me away from this place, this place of false hope, of acting and hurt. I need you to change my view, awaken the senses that were numbed to control the pain. I need you to save my faith in humanity before I lose that gift forever. I need you to show me that life doesn’t have to be this way, there is such a thing as true love. I need you to brighten my day before he does because it’s really just a race to see. I need you to be the change I wish to see in the world. Be my inspiration, my reason to smile. I need you to be my pillow and my punching bag. I need truth and happiness in a world full of understanding instead of lies and coverups. I need you to be you and only you. I need you to want me like I want you, hold me like I want to hold you. I need you to trust that I will never let you down, give me the chance to prove I’m strong enough to stay by your side through whatever this is. I need you to let me love you the way you know you want to be loved. I can show you what love is but first, I need you.

I'll never tell you that the nights we spend doing nothing but hanging out together and then getting breakfast before starting our day are the best nights of my life. You're my best friend and I want you to know that I couldn't live without you. I'll never regret the day afters where I can't help but be grouchy or the classes that I have trouble not falling asleep in. I wouldn't change a single thing about you or the random all- nighters you let me share with you. Cheer up bestie, you've got someone on your side.

If it's all the same to you,

Story of today.

You left the window open

and walked away.

You left my heart broken

with nothing to say.

You heard my cries

but didn’t care.

You threw it all away

I thought our love was rare.

I’m stranded and lost

but I’m not broken.

You can have the memories

wear them like a token.

I miss you regardless

but this too shall pass.

I wish the situation was different.

It’s like a wound full of broken glass.

What hurts the most

isn’t our demise

it’s the sadness

that was missing during our goodbyes.

Would it hurt you to love me?

Maybe I would have been something you’d be good at.