All I am

Is hair and hoody

Always Lying to You
26 September
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Do all the good you can, by all the means you can, in all the ways you can, in all the places you can, at all the times you can, to all the people you can, as long as ever you can.

Where do we go from here?
Where do we go from here?
The battle's done, and we kind of won,
So we sound our victory cheer.
Where do we go from here?
Why is the path unclear?
When we know home is near?
Understand we'll go hand-in-hand
But we'll walk alone in fear.

- Tell me!
Where do we go from here?
When does the end appear?
When do the trumpets cheer?
The curtains close on a kiss, God knows
We can tell the end is near ....fades
Where do we go from here?

life is not a fairytale
it's not a dream or reel
or on the director's cut at all

it's when you realize
that world is not silence
and you're alive today

wake up one morning
smell the bacon that you've brought home
laugh out loud as you come undone

i missed you today
but i couldn't cry for love

you made me feel like shit
as i lived to bring it down

be with me
as i lean on you-

this isn't real
because i can feel

"The greatest danger is that we fail to face up to the nature of the threat that we're dealing with," he said. "And what we are confronting here is an evil ideology. ... It is a battle of ideas, of hearts and of minds" -Blair

[22 Jan 2004|10:52pm]
sometimes i feel like ending
as the day
in its endless sky
into its timeless night

there are breaths
that i take
and i find they hurt
like blades cutting in

it happens in tides
with wild ides
into shrunken minds
that these thoughts and feelings die

sometimes i feel like ending
when nothing else seems right
and times are hard like every other
and tonight i feel like ending

i cry my last tear for the lost things and i die without another word said.

letting the world rape me

i'm some plastic bottle with a slit in its side that poeple stick random things into. their problems, their jokes, their slight, high school investments, anything that they can't store anywhere else. a recycling bin even...

the blood i have intentionally spilt was supremely for anyone else but me.

Cecily about Eisenhower quizbowl team: "What would they have done if their batteries wore out?"

"If you have made mistakes...there is always another chance for you...you may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down." --Mary Pickferel

"and so many people are hurting themselves because nothing else seems better"

Long sleeves on a summer day spells something no one gets.

All the good things in this world come with catches and snags so that nothing is truly good.

"How can you have a beautiful ending without making beautiful mistakes?"

Curse the blade.

"Put the gun down, and let the marching band go."

"The taste of evil inhabits my retainer."

Free the fish from the ocean!

"Why didn't they name 'The Day After Tommorrow' 'In Two Days'?" ~My sister

"I'm not a stalker!"
"Emily...we're @ big boy"
"I'm not a stalker!"
"Emily, we're behind his car"

Shiny mayonaise

" but wait, i'm not wearing a sweater, and i'm about to kick your ass"

"kind of morbid isn't it? to know you might end up in a Xerox box..." ~Heather

"Fate is what you call it when you don't know the name of the person sqrewing you over."


Themesong: Run by Snow Patrol


anti-choice is pro-fascism.

you know that feeling where u hate yourself completely...? you know that feeling that you can't get rid of? you know that feeling that you can't describe, or explain, that follows you around and won't go away? it hurts, and its business is pain. you try so hard, and everything just tells you that you don't matter. that they wouldn't give a rat's ass if they found you the next day, lying, in your own blood. this feeling that tells you that you're ntohing, that you're stupid, that you mind as well think you're nothing, cuz they think you're nothing too. they all hate you. make fun of you, the ones that act like they're there for you can't stand you. and you're screamin' inside to get out, knowing this isn't you. you used to be different, used to be fine, now u don't even recognize. you were gettin' better, but this feeling, eat just eats away, it didn't want you to be happy! it takes away. it drowns you, it suffocates. you're killing yourself and you don't even know. you were doin' better, and it got you right before u turned sane. and now you're wakin' again, in cold fright, that you're not gonna wake up at all to fight it. and all the pain is locked inside, see this is what happens when you think its subsided. and you can't fight this anymore 'til you're strong enough again to hide it. the scars of this existence, you're scared but inside you want it. the scars of this existence, you wanna prove that you're still living, but it came with a price. you wanna die, but you hafta prove it wrong. you wanna die, but what if goes wrong? you wanna die, but for hope that they don't hate you wanna live. you wanna live for that they don't hate, this feeling tells you that they do. you wanna scream, you wanna kick it, but there's nothing to scream at, no words to say or use, there's nothing to fight at, when the hated is you...