today i am going to write a blog

August 30, 2009 at 10:07 am (Uncategorized)

and that is exactly what i’m doing.

right, well, school is starting on Friday. GCSE’s this year, how bloody terrifying is that? I actually am going to have to work this year, something which I’m not honestly that used too. GAHH.

uhm, i’m 16 in a couple of weeks, not doing anything for it though, not because i’m a boring sod, but because there is literally nothing to do >.< which sucks, but whatcha gunna do about it eh?

i don’t really have much to write about in all things fair, my life has been going along quite smoothly and happily so there is no need for me to blog and rant a lot, which i usually do [:

mmkay,toodles<3

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stop it.

August 29, 2009 at 11:54 pm (Uncategorized)

you’re doing it again, stop it now, you annoying thing

_______________________

Walk me down the street. Sit me on your front porch swing, and sing me something sweet until I fall asleep. You’ll drive till you crash, but you always seem to want to go so fucking fast that nothing ever lasts, and you just end up sleeping with the past.

=]

and the truth is that i`m scared of you. i`ve
never felt so drawn to another person, so
much that it`s impossible to keep my distance.
and i`m scared that you don`t feel the same way.

:D

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konstantine; something corporate

August 29, 2009 at 11:11 pm (Uncategorized)

^epic song.

The life that I was trying for is gone, & I am feeling so darn sorry for myself that it is hard to breathe.

==

art without emotion is like chocolate cake without sugar. it makes you gag. next time you work on the trees, don’t think about trees. think about love, or hate, or joy, or rage – whatever makes you feel something, makes your palms sweat or your toes curl. focus on that feeling. when people don’t express themselves, they die one piece at a time.
-speak by laurie halse anderson

just say yes. to me, to us. i feel like i’m slowly losing you and that scares me. you came to my rescue and then left me in the dust. you can love with all your heart. no questions asked. you breathe oxygen. we have so much in common. you don’t care but it was the best moment of my life. i heard that you were trouble but i couldnt resist. Create the world you dream with every choice you make. the distance is only physical, my love. time goes by a lot slower when you miss the one you love.

=D

The truth is, I’ve never just been liked, loved, needed. I’ve only ever been used, They pulled me in and made me believe that they cared, when really, really it was only when the time was convenient for them that they were there in the first place. When they were feeling lonely, when their significant-fucking-other wasn’t around, I was the one turned to. And I’m fucking sick of it. I can’t forgive you, I can’t be your friend. Because you’re always going to pretend you care and then leave me lonely and in pieces.

mmhmmm:D

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August 25, 2009 at 12:58 am (Uncategorized)

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating? I’d lived through a lot, but it didn’t make me feel strong. Instead, I felt horribly fragile, like one word could shatter me.

<33

“Life is an adventure of passion, risk, danger, laughter, beauty, love; a burning curiosity to go with the action to see what it is all about, to go search for a pattern of meaning, to burn one’s bridges because you’re never going to go back anyway, and to live to the end.”

“Most people think things are not real unless they are spoken, that it’s the uttering of something, not the thinking of it, that legitimizes it. I suppose this is why people always want other people to say “I love you.” I think just the opposite—that thoughts are realest when thought, that expressing them distorts or dilutes them.”

Sometimes all you can do is not think. Not wonder. Not obsess. Not imagine. Just breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. Everything works out in the end, and the more time you spend worrying about it, the longer it takes for things to end perfectly.. just the way they should.

This was my choice, my decision. He was the closest thing I’d ever had to something, or someone, that mattered. But in the end, close didn’t count. You were either in, or you weren’t.

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yeahyeahBOIIII

August 22, 2009 at 10:14 am (Uncategorized)

People are always shouting they want to create a better future. It’s not true. The future is an apathetic void of no interest to anyone. The past is full of life, eager to irritate us, provoke and insult us, tempt us to destroy or repaint it. The only reason people want to be masters of the future is to change the past.
Milan Kundera, ‘The Book of Laughter and Forgetting’

a week or two ago, i went to a wedding party and the wedding song was footprints in the sand by leona lewis, the dance was so perfect it was unbelievable <3

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yeah and again

August 16, 2009 at 4:07 pm (Uncategorized)

I want to say I’m sorry, I want you to know I care. I want to say I’m blind for seeing something that wasn’t there. I should have been more trusting, & listened to my heart, ’cause you’re the only thing I need & it’s tearing me apart.

mmmhmm.

Everything inside you knows that there’s more than what you’ve heard; there’s so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words. And you’re on fire when he’s near you.

YEAAAAAAH.

I have had a significant bowl of writer’s block for breakfast this morning. For three days straight, I couldn’t stop the thoughts humming in my head. But now. Now I am completely clueless. My mind completely vacant.

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