December 2011
47 posts
When someone calls your bestfriend their...
I'm Afraid
of a lot of things, so write about them as if it had actually happened and after reading the story over and over again, i realize that the outcomes aren’t so bad that i give them. If i can give my stories outcomes that aren’t so bad, how much better could i do in my own life?
Reblog if your sleeping schedule is messed up.
likerawrandstuff:
Day:
Night:
I
Want to fuck you.
implodingeveryexistence asked: emma is playing sam. the percy jackson kid is playing charlie. im upset that they are cutting out some of the drug and sex stuff so that it can be pg13. screw the little middle school kids.
I miss
wonderful people. :)
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As much as
I like that Emma girl from harry potter and she is an excellent actor, I’m sorry, but i think that a boy should still play the part of charlie. It just won’t be the same. I think its just another way for the director of the film to get publicity. That’s just me.
A Lesson in Colors
Born into a world where you’re told, everything is at your fingertips. But eventually something grabs a hold of your shoulder and you slip. A world of lies under a blanket and sometimes it’s impossible to fake it, that smile, that tells me you’re going to win.
Black and White, makes grey and perhaps you’ll survive to live another day.
A lesson in colors. You’ll be...
Reblog if you want "have you ever" asks.
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My Own Wit at 7:19 AM
Would i be jealous of me if i were another person? I would then be free of the restrictions of my self no more predictions i could tell. Just contradictions.
So is it us, or is it them that forge the chains less used for men? Maybe its our own fault for lacking wisdom and the folly of us all as we tread the halls of broken prisms and prisons.
I know now that i can choose to look at myself...
2008: wow i was so stupid last year
2009: wow i was so stupid last year
2010: wow i was so stupid last year
2011: wow i was so stupid last year
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A Lesson Child
My fingers i can’t feel them anymore, but i remember what you felt like when i held you all of those days before. But, lets not recount the past actions and look forward to peace, in this life, or the next or whenever you’ll see me.
Just tell the child to grow up with heart, be a catalyst to his ambitions and hold his hand from the start. Tell the child of the man that his father was...
Breathe
when i breathe darling and you can see my breath on the foggiest of days, even if the sky is too bright due to the multitude of rays. Feel my hand in yours and we’ll carry on up the mountains path. Past where any of the birds will go, beyond this fear and wrath.
Pigeon-Forge.
“The ambition of the litarary artist is to speak about the ineffable, to...”
– Aldous Huxley, Literature and Science
“Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the...”
– Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 16
abandedbulboussnarfblatt asked: SWEET. That sounds awesome.
I was inches,
away from his chest, both of his hands were suppressed and i had a blade ready, to cut, to stab, to re-arrange his insides. After all he had taken my life, my children and wife. Left me with all these thoughts and the strife and now i was on my knees, just begging him to leave. He even covered his mouth, to keep it from bleeding the words, and he said them behind a closed palm, caging them in,...
You're only,
in Highschool. There is a lot more out there for you
-from someone
(who’s only been out for a little while.)
All i had was,
a pocket knife and that old table in the park was where we decided to sit. That was a good day, even though it wasn’t too sunny and your blonde hair had faded a little. You were still beautiful. That was when you were sick, darling, that’s when you showed me the note. I probably thought i was more prepared than i could have been, but our minds to trick us into thinking something is...
Should,
I feel bad about staying up all night, if i have class tomorrow? I feel like its not in the “guidelines to surviving college” and i want to do my best. Everything is really confusing right now. Fuck.
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I sat on that bench,
Waiting for you to come as you said you would, between the two oaks, birthed with white wood. Time went by and my faith that i would see your face somewhat dwindled, but as an eternal optimist happiness it always rekindled. So, i found that the bark was something like paper and i wrote, my thoughts about the day and more things which are greater. In hopes that if you found my note you’d know...
It was March,
of 1889 and all of the Abigails were out, roaming the city. Their bird cage dresses lightly grazed the cobblestone pathways, which were also slightly coated in rain. Like a glaze, the moon had shown it brilliantly with its own luminous light. Why did they still have their umbrella’s out? It had stopped raining almost an hour ago.
It was at that moment that i knocked on your door. I was as...
i could
hear you coming.
Hunting Time.
I’m swinging my feet and its the first time I’ve been able to do so since i was much younger. I’m on a stool in the corner, clearly wearing my dunce cap. I can hear the class laughing behind me and the teacher speaking her words as if i weren’t even there. I sneak a look at you expecting you not to notice, but you were already looking at me. Holding a note, which i thought...
On that day,
Humming birds were the first thing i remember. Those red flowers and that sky that liked to steal your eyes. “Always watching those birds”, your mother would say. More often than not i could sometimes stare at you long enough and admire your features before you noticed, but it was only because you were daydreaming. I think I’ve learned now some things i should have noticed...
Even if,
We didn’t succeed in college, i think i would be happy with you as long as i could come home and you’d be there, waiting. With your kind eyes i’d find myself confiding in you every night, cuddling, kissing and calming each other down with “It’s Alright, i love you and we’ll make it through this.” Not to mention waking up to kissing you with nasty breath...
Go on anonymous and tell me one thing you've been...
cooleybeans:
Or anything else, really. Just whatever. I’m bored.