and i am a writer, writer of fictions i am the heart that you call home and i've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones
i am a writer, i am all that you have hoped on and i've written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones...
the decemberists - the engine driver
[this journal is full of lies, stuff made up by me and other nonsense. it's not real. it's not meant to be malicious or defamatory. i don't know or own any of the characters i write about, and have only met a handful as many times. nothing here is meant to imply anything other than i love these people, and feel the need to make them love each other too.]