Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Monday, September 21, 2009
journaling
I think that's what i find most strange about this world; nobody ever says how they feel. They hurt, but they don't cry out. They're happy, but they don't dance or jump around. And they're angry but they hardly ever scream, because they feel ashamed. Nothing's worse than that. So we all walk around with our heads looking down and never look up and see how beautiful the sky is.
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
to a fault
This one's for the lonely
The ones that seek and find
Only to be let down
Time after time
This one's for the torn down
The experts at the fall
Come on friends get up now
You're not alone at all
And this part was for her
This part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves, i....
This one's for the faithless
The ones that are surprised
They are only where they are now
Regardless of their fight
This one's for believing
If only for it's sake
Come on friends get up now
Love is to be made
And this part was for her
This part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves,
I am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves
I am only led to wonder why
Why I try
This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can
It comes and goes in waves,
I am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves
I am only led to wonder why
Why I try
The ones that seek and find
Only to be let down
Time after time
This one's for the torn down
The experts at the fall
Come on friends get up now
You're not alone at all
And this part was for her
This part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves, i....
This one's for the faithless
The ones that are surprised
They are only where they are now
Regardless of their fight
This one's for believing
If only for it's sake
Come on friends get up now
Love is to be made
And this part was for her
This part was for her
This part was for her
Does she remember?
It comes and goes in waves,
I am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves
I am only led to wonder why
Why I try
This is for the ones who stand
For the ones who try again
For the ones who need a hand
For the ones who think they can
It comes and goes in waves,
I am only led to wonder why
It comes and goes in waves
I am only led to wonder why
Why I try
Friday, September 4, 2009
(not mine)
Advice for the future:
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.
Keep your old love letters.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Pray.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Sing.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.
Floss.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults.
Keep your old love letters.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Pray.
a l o n e
The best moments in reading are when you come across something-
A thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things--
That you'd thought special, particular to you.
And here it is, set down by someone else,
a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead.
And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
A thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things--
That you'd thought special, particular to you.
And here it is, set down by someone else,
a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead.
And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
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