your best friends are just strangers in bars

ohmigah. i love the maine. fo real.

haha ok so i found this and it's like gorgeous perfection.
lovelovelove.

The girl goes dancing there
On the leaf-sown, new-mown, smooth
Grass plot of the garden;
Escaped from bitter youth,
Escaped out of her crowd,
Or out of her black cloud.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

If strange men come from the house
To lead her away, do not say
That she is happy being crazy;
Lead them gently astray;
Let her finish her dance,
Let her finish her dance.
Ah, dancer, ah, sweet dancer!

very cool.

so listen to the maine.
and read that cool poem.
and check this sweet tat!
haha...

psh just keep telling me about gorgeous...fo real.

:D