I’m all spazzy to write this, because as soon as I get done writing this letter and getting ready and getting done shopping, I’ll see you again. God, you turn twenty today. This might sound a bit rambly and all, but..yeah. Okay. About four or so years ago, you stepped into Spencer’s garage and at first, I remember thinking, ‘Who in the hell is this kid?’ Then you sang. Oh god, I might’ve melted into a hyuuge puddle if it weren’t for the fact that melting into puddles is not humanly possible. An instant sort of friendship sparked between us; albeit a rather quirky one. You were always loud and flamboyant and really, you were like my polar opposite. But now, I see that opposites really do attract. I’m so proud of you. We’ve been through a lot together, and I’m so happy to be able to call you my best friend, my husband, the father of our little boy. I know that there will be so many more adventures and years ahead of us. I’ll always remember the first time we went to Uruguay together singing ‘Leaving on a Jet Plane’ in the cab. I’ll always laugh thinking about annoying fangirls in the mall with you. You bring out the best of me. I wouldn’t change a fucking thing.
Oh, dear, it's been hardly three days And I'm longing to feel your embrace. There are several days Until I can see your sweet face. Oh say, wouldn't you like to be older and married with me Oh say, wouldn't it be nice to know right now that we'll be Someday holding hands in the end All our broken plans will have been I will kiss you soft so you know It is love from the first Time I pressed my lips against yours Thinking oh is it love?
I can't imagine all the people that you know And the places that you go When the lights are turned down low And I don't understand All the things you've seen But I'm slipping in between You and your big... dreams it's always you and my big dreams..
My mother dislikes me very much right now. I'll leave it at that. Air guitaring in your kitchen to Freebird is really fun. You should try it sometime. Although not really. It sometimes ends in painful accidents.
[[Ho'kay, so. Here is ze world. I am regretting to say that my weekday romps until 2am in the morning on the interwebs have finally caught up to me. Well, caught up with my parents. I'm graduating high school in a little under 122 days, have three AP exams to get ready for, and NOW I have a 20-page paper on John Lennon due sometime in mid-February. This has a point, I promise. I'm sorry to say that I won't be around much more during the week, if any at all until I can get some better freakin' study habits and pull up my grades a little bit. Just wanted to post a little heads up and all. :D
That said, you can probably catch me on my allotted(yes, allotted) one hour of interweb searching a day on my myspazace, which can be found -->here.
PS.- This weekend I have a hot date with Joe, Patrick, Andy and Pete on Friday night, then another one with my boys in The Hundredth on Saturday night. Don't miss me too much. ;D
Lovelovelovelove, Kea/Haley/Whatevsyouwannacallme. (a.k.a Ry, Shaanty, Bawwb, and yes. Even Andrew.)]]
Air and eyesight. Ninety-six hours or so, I'm told. 'I can bother you forever, then.' Words like these mean more to me than you will ever know. 'Just trust me. Things are going to be beautiful.' Life wants to speed me up. I want to slow it down. No amount of sappy love songs could even fucking touch me right now. It's heroin without the in. ( So I broke down. Leave me christmassy things?Collapse )
Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath. this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with sharks and jellyfish. I may never get this chance again. this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss. If you want to cry you should cry, and if you want to live you should live. This is why I do it.
Home soon. Love and miss you all. T-Minus 13 days 'til the big day. Usually I don't talk like this, but oh fuck. Excitement and nerves sums me up pretty well right now. -RR
Writing outside for once, taking in the scent of crisp air mixed with bus exhaust (that probably is going to give me carbon monoxide poisoning or something like that) and the smell from the ink of my pen. It's pink and smells like strawberries. This is my love note to the world. Oh my god, I love life. My years within this band have honestly been the most rewarding and enriching. You've been with me, world. Before I knew what the fuck MAC cosmetics were and when I still wore Hollister polos with my studded belts. I was shy; introverted to the extreme. You have shown me out, let me shine through. You've shown me how to live my life, how to love. Sorry if this isn't coherent. It's pretty cold and my knuckles are freezing. Let's all go back to Vegas and spend nights on car hoods, staring at the stars in the desert. All of you. Whether you be friend or foe, this is my love letter to you. If there was a way, I wish my arms could stretch and creak just so I could fit you all in when I hugged. Hah, Zack's yelling at me to go inside before I catch 'hypo-fucking-thermia'. Better make this quick. Take care of yourselves, alright? I want to have as much time as possible to spend with you. This, of course will all be re-typed into my Livejournal later on. I'd love to share you, original love note. But you're in my notebook and there are just some things in here that--shit. Papercut. ...are for my eyes only.
So. Do you like me? [ ] Yes [ ]No.
Guess this is my sign off. So, for all of us here at Ryan's mind, I'm Ryan Ross. ...you stay classy, planet earth.
P.S.-You made me believe in God. There's got to be a God out there somewhere for someone like you to exist, and the fact that you chose to be with me out of all the people who want you is absolute proof of divine intervention.