February 2010
39 posts
And when I'm crying I can feel you there.
Miss you, love you, see you again someday soon.
Oh Eminem.
The soul’s escaping, through this hole that it’s gaping This world is mine for the taking Make me king, as we move toward, a new world order A normal life is boring, but superstardom’s close to post mortem.
tumblin’ at softball practice, awww yeahhh.
"Leave Canada, please!" "You leave Canada please."...
That 70s show always makes me feel better.
“Walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes, like they have any right at all...”
so irrelevant.
my head hurts, my stomach is tied up in knots, my muscles are beyond sore and i’m starting to think that it’s never going to go away. i made some macaroni and cheese and some koolaid, hoping it would make me feel better, but now that i’ve consumed an excessive amount of artificially flavored food and drink, i’m pretty sure i’m about to projectile vomit all of it up,...
i forgot to tumble yesterday.
so here’s this picture of me and my cat.
now don’t get too discouraged by my cute face..
“You say I’m paranoid, isn’t that what you said? You say it’s...”
Someone told me that you still loved me.
Mais qui est ce qui m’a dit que toujours tu m’aimais?
Je ne me souviens plus c’était tard dans la nuit,
J’entend encore la voix, mais je ne vois plus les traits
“Il vous aime, c’est secret, lui dites pas que j’vous l’ai dit”
Tu vois quelqu’un m’a dit…
This is really cliche but
I’d really like to stop crying myself to sleep.
I was obviously reminiscing today.
I miss summer so much. There isn’t anything that can replace my memories of staying up until 5 AM in a chat room with people from Watertown that I hardly knew, or watching the sunrise before I even went to bed, or sleeping until 2 in the afternoon the next day. I met a bunch of wonderful new people and I can’t really explain why that was so important to me, but I guess it’s...
Cant help it when emotions take control
I should probably try going to school next week.
clearly the most sophisticated conversation we've...
briiischaaar (10:20:57 PM): AHAH WALT WHITMANNNN<333333
briiischaaar (10:21:02 PM): nevermind tell him i think its a great idea
briiischaaar (10:21:17 PM): since im pretty sure ive fucked walt whitman in another life
saararosales (10:21:36 PM): lmfao
saararosales (10:21:38 PM): youre a fucking weirdo
saararosales (10:21:43 PM): walt whitman was a complete pervert
briiischaaar...
I want to die while you love me
I WANT to die while you love me,
While yet you hold me fair,
While laughter lies upon my lips
And lights are in my hair.
I want to die while you love me, And bear to that still bed,
Your kisses turbulent, unspent To warm me when I’m dead.
I want to die while you love me
Oh, who would care to live
Till love has nothing more to ask
And nothing more to give!
I want to die while you love...
Just so ya know
I want to be the sunshine in your hair, I want to feel you when you aren’t even there. I want you to help me live and learn, I want you to be around every turn. When I’m feeling so lowly, like I can’t measure up, I want you to reason with me, slowly, and say that I’ll always be enough.
Just a thought
I feel so much better now, that I’m not the only person sleeping in my house tonight. This week has made me never want to live alone. Maybe I should reconsider marriage?
This is a sonnet.
Every night after I fall asleep
I’m visited by a recurring dream
All I can see are my eyes, as they weep
Tears flow over my skin in steady streams
This somber vision haunts me when i wake
I try to forget, but to no avail
It engulfs my senses, my soul, it aches
All my attempts to decipher it fail
There’s no going back to the way it was
No telling what’s going to...
These mistakes that you've made, you'll make them...
There’s a light at the end of this tunnel,
You shout, because you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out.
clearly can't stop reading mean girls quotes, once...
Janis: What is that smell? Cady: Oh, Regina gave me some perfume. Janis: You smell like a baby prostitute. Cady: Thanks.
Cady: Wow. Your house is really nice. Regina: I know, right? Gretchen: Make sure you check out her mom’s boob job. They’re hard as rocks.
I saw Cady Heron wearing army pants and flip flops. So I bought army pants and flip flops.
Janis: You’re a...
“I just wanna be okay, be okay, be okay. I just wanna be okay today.”
i hated the scarlet letter so much.
“One token of her shame would but poorly serve to hide another.”
Oh Hester…
i sing the body electric
I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough, To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough, To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough, To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then? I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.
There is something...
Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what’s to be, A resting place along the road, to sweet eternity. We all have different journeys, Different paths along the way, We all were meant to learn some things, but never meant to stay… Our destination is a place, Far greater than we know. For some the journey’s quicker, For some the journey’s slow. And when the journey finally ends, We’ll claim a...
“Remember that time that I made you...”
“Love is like whiskey, like sweet red wine. If you want to be happy, you got to...”
– Langston Hughes
Incident
Once riding in old Baltimore,
Heart-filled, head-filled with glee,
I saw a Baltimorean
Keep looking straight at me.
Now I was eight and very small,
and he was no whit bigger.
And so I smiled, but he poked out
His tongue, and called me, “Nigger.”
I saw the whole of Baltimore
From May until December;
Of all the things that happened there
That’s all that I...
Jazzonia
O, silver tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
In a Harlem cabaret
Six long-headed jazzers play.
A dancing girl who eyes are bold
Lifts high a dress of silken gold.
Oh, singing tree!
Oh, shining rivers of the soul!
Were Eve’s eyes
In the first garden
Just a bit too bold?
Was Cleopatra gorgeous
In a gown of gold?
Oh, shining tree!
Oh, silver rivers of the soul!
In a whirling...
i play it cool
and dig all jive.
that’s the reason
I stay alive.
my motto,
as i live and learn
is:
dig and be dug
in return. ~L.H.
