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| i am a procrastinator,please forgive me.
alright hai , so things have changed a lot, n stuff
but im pretty happy right now, so it's all good.
keep quiet, sweetheart, don't say another word.
let your body do all the talking. And let mine take
yours for granted because I'm thinking the worst,
and you brought this on yourself.
the moment when you first wake up in the morning is the most
wonderful of the twenty-four hours. no matter how weary or dreary
you may feel, you possess the certainty that, during the day that lies
before you, absolutely anything may happen. And the fact that it
practically always doesn't, matters not a jot. the possibility is always there.
eventually, everything will come together. until then; live it up.
do what makes you happy. if someone doesn't agree, fuck them.
pick yourself up and deal when shit happens. remember that our mistakes
only make us stronger, everything happens for a reason, the only regrets in
life are the risks you never take and well-behaved women rarely make history.
above all else, go with your gut, but guard your heart.
^ this is something i'd like to start living by
here's to fireworks and fireflies
& sharing looks and making eyes
the kind that lead to laughs and sighs
when spread across a summer sky
what's so wrong with sing-along
to melodies from July songs.
a crowded street can be a quiet place when you're walking alone
now you think that you're the only one who doesn't have to try
then you won't have to fail, if you're afraid to fly
then I guess you never will.
that was the day I stopped believing in love.
that kind of love.
the love in books and films.
the love that tells us to abandon our lives and plans, all for one brief touch of Venus.
so often we fail at that kind of love.
the world just seems too fragile a place for it.
perhaps it's just that we are too fragile.
you are way too young to not believe it is going to be okay.
I've never seen a smile that can light the room like yours.
it's simply radiant. I feel more with everyday that goes by.
I watch the clock to make my timing just right.
and if you tell me yours I'll tell you mine,
and we will clean the cobwebs out of one another’s minds.
don't ever say you've tried to leave me in this life,
and don't ever say you've tried for the last time.
the target was your heart in the beginning,
now they're digging soft ground for your grave.
i hope the mourners will bring plastic flowers,
they'll drink to your death with pink champagne.
I told you my deepest darkest secret; I'm afraid to be vulnerable.
my fear is keeping me from connecting with great, great people.
but I'd rather just sit here crying by myself then risk getting hurt.
I used to be such a strong person but a lot has changed,
a lot has happened. I've had to deal with so much more than
any person should ever have to go through. & you know
something? I finally broke. everything around me crashed &
I fell right with it. I'm not that strong & I can't handle this anymore.
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| i'd like to fall of the face of the earth, please
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| don't stop, don't change, stay beautiful.
things are... lovely, not.
i feel miserable and i feel like this weekend is going to amount to shit
other than watching season one of gossip girl, which i love.
things with friends are interesting i got a new group..people are negative and
bad things keep happening..i think i'm depressed& i cannot wait till summer.
you know i miss you.
but i don't want to miss you
if it's not mutual.
i think about you everyday and
i'm scared i'm not even crossing your mind.
i want you to make the effort
i want to be sought after, irresistibly
i want to occupy your mind, as you do mine.
you can always say sorry, but the real apology is when
you hear the sadness in his voice and see the look in his eyes.
and you realize that he has hurt himself just as much.
so just kiss me and let my hair messy itself in your fingers,
let me steady myself in the arms of someone
who won't ask me to be what he needs, but let me exist as i am.
and how's your new love? well, i hope that he's doin' fine.
i heard you told him, that you'd love him til the end of time.
it's been so long now. but it seems like only yesterday.
gee, ain't it funny, how time just slips away.
so i start a revolution from my bed, 'cause you
said the brains i had went to my head. Step
outside the summertime's in bloom, stand up
beside the fireplace. take that look from off your
face. You ain't ever gonna burn my heart out.
-oasis
looking through the junkyard of your heart
i need to find an engine for my car. i don't know
where you are. and for my missing heart, i carve
one out of wood. now i see the termites crawling
into me. after they are finished, i wonder where
you'll be.
she's just a little upset, but she won't vent to anyone.
her problems aren't important, and no one's listening
anyways. she's crying inside, but hey. she's beautiful,
right?
i was anchored to something once, but i never wanted
to be anchored to someone. maybe that makes me
driftwood... but maybe it makes me my own person.
said leave me to lay, but touch me deep,
i don't sleep,i dream.
i'll settle for a cup of coffee but you know what i really need.
still waters, heavy hearts, plans we make all fall apart.
disillusioned and lost in the gray, how can we fix the heart when it breaks?
don't know how much more you can take.
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| well..spring break is over now
i managed to get myself into quite a bit of trouble
and finished it off with a car accident on friday in which
i split open my forehead resulting in ten stitches,
bruising my nose pretty badly and sporting not one but two black eyes,
i'm okay though
we sleep hand in hand
while soothing words hover like hummingbirds.
I think the hardest part of this whole situation is that neither of us knows whats going on.
neither of us know what the other is thinking.
and we are both trying to make decisions on information we don't know.
I write you a letter. I hope you feel better. I hope you forgive the transgression. I’ve given you love and i’ve given you anger as well, and I meant them both.
go sob in your bed. if life is twice as pretty once you’re dead, then send me a card. I’m still the optimist, though it is hard when all you want to be is in a dream.
a diamond daze,
a thousand strands of sunlight in her eyes.
now I wanna give away what I've taken back.
step away with you toward the night.
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| okay
here's the long awaited update..plus a new layout, SURPRISE!
im not sure if i like it though..i'm totally procrastinating too right now,
i totally don't wanna do my math assignments or study for biology,
having boyfriend troubles recently.. not fun.. he was grounded for two weeks
and i don't even know if i like him anymore,
he's immature,but i'll give it a week to see what happens.
i don’t love you i'm just passing the time
you could love me if i knew how to lie.
but that girl had so much love
she'd wanna kiss you all the time.
old hotel room
doing this and that
to what and whom
learning who you are,
learning what i am.
i wish i could carry your smile in my heart, for
times when my life seems so low. it would make
me believe what tomorrow could bring,
when today doesn't really know.
time takes it all. whether you want it to or not,
time takes it all away, time bares it away.
and in the end, there is only darkness.
sometimes we find others in that darkness,
and sometimes we lose them there again.
i've grown up,
but what i really wanted was to grow away.
but if I have to stay, then i hope my vines
grow out of control, until they choke the life
out of you, until you finally cut me loose.
i see you and i'm ready to make my move,
but i'm scared and i know that you've got
better things to do. i'll touch your hand and
i'm wearing my heart on my sleeve. it's cliche
i know but, baby, it's the price we pay.
everything in life is writable about,
if you have the outgoing guts to do it,
and the imagination is to improvise.
the worst enemy of creativity is self-doubt.
its simple you say you've seen better days, and now i
guess we go our separate ways. here’s one for my
loneliness and two for how we used to be, three strikes
to my empty chest and four all my jealousy.
i'm already dead
i'm already dead
i'm a mess between my heart and head.
we called ourselves miles, we let ourselves dream
but dreams only come when we sleep,
we've got thousands of miles, with states in between
i beg for you to forget me, just to let you be.
sometimes I wonder how things got to be like this.
i was a happy kid once.
i really can’t remember the point when things went wrong.
maybe i just grew up.
in everyone's past there’s a love they'll never forget,
a night that completely stole their heart,
and a summer where it all began.
we talk like we know what's going on,
but we don't. we don't know anything. we're
young and we're going to screw up a lot. we're
going to keep changing our minds, and sometimes
our hearts. and through all that, the only real
thing we can offer each other is forgiveness.
i've been learning to live without you now
but I miss you sometimes.
you want the truth?
i have no idea what i want
you're such a comfort
but the chains on my legs are getting tight
maybe i wasn't built for love
maybe i was born to fly free.
but they lived those extraordinary lives that can never be lived again.
and in the living of them, they gave me a history that is more profound,
more beautiful, more powerful, more passionate, and ultimately more useful,
than the best damn history book i ever read.
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