Saturday, August 28, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Burning fire, fantastic. Lukewarm, ok. Freazing ice, tragic.
Being ok is the same as being lukewarm.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Maybe it's not about BEING who you are, but ACCEPTING who you are.
-I love wearing other peoples' clothes.
-I hate socks.
-I love watching Frett eat.
-The word "yesh" bothers me.
-I love when Jordan notices when I wear flowers.
-I hate Arby's.
-Sometimes I like insomnia.
-I'm terrified of the dark.
-I like how each person has their own writting style. It ALWAYS fits them.
-I love looking at peoples' lips.
-I used to want to be a firemangirl.
-I love that little moment of excitement when your heart stops, and you smile REALLY big because you discovered something fantastic or you understand how little things connect to each other. (Didthaaaatmakesense?)
-I used to think aaaaaaall hairdryers could do something cool like from Kim Possible.
-I used to hate my lips.
-In kindergarten, instead of playing the games at church, I'd sneek away with the boys and eat animal crackers and make paper air planes with them under the tables.
-I love aburn hair.
-I always thought the whole Santa Clause thing was retarded.
-I used to listen to classical music nonstop.
-I love cucumbers.
-Since I was 9, I decided Alex and Jake/Jacob were my favorite names. Alex would have dark hair and wear lots of hats and flowers in her hair. Jacob would have aburn hair and play piano.
-I love bugs.
-ILOVECURLYHAIR.
-I love when someone calls me anything besides my name.
-I hate socks.
-I love watching Frett eat.
-The word "yesh" bothers me.
-I love when Jordan notices when I wear flowers.
-I hate Arby's.
-Sometimes I like insomnia.
-I'm terrified of the dark.
-I like how each person has their own writting style. It ALWAYS fits them.
-I love looking at peoples' lips.
-I used to want to be a firemangirl.
-I love that little moment of excitement when your heart stops, and you smile REALLY big because you discovered something fantastic or you understand how little things connect to each other. (Didthaaaatmakesense?)
-I used to think aaaaaaall hairdryers could do something cool like from Kim Possible.
-I used to hate my lips.
-In kindergarten, instead of playing the games at church, I'd sneek away with the boys and eat animal crackers and make paper air planes with them under the tables.
-I love aburn hair.
-I always thought the whole Santa Clause thing was retarded.
-I used to listen to classical music nonstop.
-I love cucumbers.
-Since I was 9, I decided Alex and Jake/Jacob were my favorite names. Alex would have dark hair and wear lots of hats and flowers in her hair. Jacob would have aburn hair and play piano.
-I love bugs.
-ILOVECURLYHAIR.
-I love when someone calls me anything besides my name.
Monday, June 28, 2010
*stirs up the stars*
"What if you thiiink someone's a Christian? They might not act like it ALL the time but what if you're pretty sure they ARE a Christian? Do you still share the Gosple with them?"
"So you're assuming someone IS a Christian but there is still some doubt, right?"
"Right."
"I'll explain this way: lets pretend there's a boy who all of a sudden needs emergency surgery because he was in a car accident. The doctors ASSUME he isn't allergic to the anesthetic and go ahead and dose him. All of a sudden he starts going into convulsions. And he dies. Right there. Because the doctors assumed he wasn't allergic. Then the parents sue the doctors. The end.
So you see? Never assume someone is a Christian. In fact, don't assume anything ever. Always be certain."
"So you're assuming someone IS a Christian but there is still some doubt, right?"
"Right."
"I'll explain this way: lets pretend there's a boy who all of a sudden needs emergency surgery because he was in a car accident. The doctors ASSUME he isn't allergic to the anesthetic and go ahead and dose him. All of a sudden he starts going into convulsions. And he dies. Right there. Because the doctors assumed he wasn't allergic. Then the parents sue the doctors. The end.
So you see? Never assume someone is a Christian. In fact, don't assume anything ever. Always be certain."
Sunday, June 20, 2010
To be
Once upon a time, there was a girl: Magenta.
And ever since Magenta was little, she wanted to be an air plane. Because air planes could fly and go where ever they want and take whoever they want.
One day, when Magenta was 6, she asked her mom, "mom, why can't I be an air plane? Why wasn't I MADE an air plane since that's what I REALLY want to be?" And her mother said, "well, God made you as a girl. But He knew you would want to be an air plane, so He created you with a HUGE imagination so you can preteeeend to be an air plane. You can pretend to be an air plane all you want. You can sing about air planes. You can dream about air planes and pretend to fly like an air plane. But no matter how much you pretend or act or dream about or wish, you'll always be a girl."
So Magenta lived with those words in her heart: no matter how much you try to be something you're not or something you want to be, you will STILL always be what you were originally made to be.
And ever since Magenta was little, she wanted to be an air plane. Because air planes could fly and go where ever they want and take whoever they want.
One day, when Magenta was 6, she asked her mom, "mom, why can't I be an air plane? Why wasn't I MADE an air plane since that's what I REALLY want to be?" And her mother said, "well, God made you as a girl. But He knew you would want to be an air plane, so He created you with a HUGE imagination so you can preteeeend to be an air plane. You can pretend to be an air plane all you want. You can sing about air planes. You can dream about air planes and pretend to fly like an air plane. But no matter how much you pretend or act or dream about or wish, you'll always be a girl."
So Magenta lived with those words in her heart: no matter how much you try to be something you're not or something you want to be, you will STILL always be what you were originally made to be.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
I. Am not. Your. Fool.
That deep burning, acidic feeling in the pit of your stomach that hurts but grows and grows because you can't control your anger.
That moment when your emotions bottle up and boil and gurgle so much you think your head will pop off.
When you're so angry your feet feel plastered to the floor and you crumble and sit there and cry and wish SOMEONE would understand.
That haunting moment of disbelief that's followed by shock and frustration and hurt-angry-feelings.
When you finally decide not to care about that person's anger towards you.
When all you want is to sit down with that person. And talk. And say EVERYTHING. And not be afraidto say it. And want to say it. And to HAVE. THEM. UNDERSTAND.
That moment when your emotions bottle up and boil and gurgle so much you think your head will pop off.
When you're so angry your feet feel plastered to the floor and you crumble and sit there and cry and wish SOMEONE would understand.
That haunting moment of disbelief that's followed by shock and frustration and hurt-angry-feelings.
When you finally decide not to care about that person's anger towards you.
When all you want is to sit down with that person. And talk. And say EVERYTHING. And not be afraidto say it. And want to say it. And to HAVE. THEM. UNDERSTAND.
Friday, June 18, 2010
My Beautiful Rescue.
Once upon a LONG time ago, there was a flower. A daisy to be exact. And ever since Daisy could remember, she had been friends with the Mommy Wind. But to Daisy, the Mommy Wind was always more like the Sun. Because without Sun, flowers can't live. Daisy NEEDS Sun. DaisylovesSun. So, one day, Mommy Wind gave Daisy the Wind. She said "Daisy, you need the Wind. Daisies need Wind to grow. So, be friends." So, Daisy and Wind were friends. But "Friends" is an understatement and "sisters" doesn't fit. Daisy and Wind needed each other. They were MADE for each other. They were Tailor Made. So, as time went on, Daisy heard of Wind's best friend, a River. Because the Wind and a River just GO together. Like bedforts and a cars cape-blanket. They went together like THAT. And so, Daisy started creeping on this River thinking "Daisies need water to grow. Water comes from Rivers." (Water is River's love) One night, when Mommy Wind and Wind and Daisy were at Daisy's garden, River came over too! And River said to Daisy "I think you're like my new best friend." But, best friend was the wrong term entirely. Because ACTUALLY, they were Soul Sisters. It's like a mix of being sisters and being friends with someone who seems unreal because they're that one person who you never knew you needed until you met them.
And they were all together. And they loved each other. And the made each other ok. And they understood. And they laughed. And they loved.
As beautiful as it would be to say "The End" the story doesn't stop here.
Everyday, Mommy Wind, Daisy, Wind, and River live an adventure called life. Sometimes they're broken. Sometimes they're lost. Sometimes they spill their coffee. Sometimes they lose themselves. Sometimes they sit in their bedfort and cry. Sometimes they accidently let bugs into their Room. Sometimes they're stalked. Sometimes they make people angry and they don't know it.
But sometimes, they're happy. Because when they're together, they're ok. Because they have each other. They love each other.
There IS no end.
And they were all together. And they loved each other. And the made each other ok. And they understood. And they laughed. And they loved.
As beautiful as it would be to say "The End" the story doesn't stop here.
Everyday, Mommy Wind, Daisy, Wind, and River live an adventure called life. Sometimes they're broken. Sometimes they're lost. Sometimes they spill their coffee. Sometimes they lose themselves. Sometimes they sit in their bedfort and cry. Sometimes they accidently let bugs into their Room. Sometimes they're stalked. Sometimes they make people angry and they don't know it.
But sometimes, they're happy. Because when they're together, they're ok. Because they have each other. They love each other.
There IS no end.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
2 AM
When I'm myself again I'll know because:
-I'll spend hours outside looking for bugs. Then once I find some, I'll spend even longer observing them.
-I won't ever care about the way my hair looks.
-I won't be afraid of doing flips or handsprings on the trampoline or off the diving board.
-I won't be ashamed of my scars, bruises or scabs.
-I won't hesitate to touch things other people are afraid to touch or pick up things other people are afraid to pick up. Like frogs.
-I won't be afraid to tell people things.
*continues later*
-I'll spend hours outside looking for bugs. Then once I find some, I'll spend even longer observing them.
-I won't ever care about the way my hair looks.
-I won't be afraid of doing flips or handsprings on the trampoline or off the diving board.
-I won't be ashamed of my scars, bruises or scabs.
-I won't hesitate to touch things other people are afraid to touch or pick up things other people are afraid to pick up. Like frogs.
-I won't be afraid to tell people things.
*continues later*
Saturday, June 5, 2010
Be ok.
Being ok is like this:
-One step forward, three steps back.
-Two steps forward, seven steps back.
-Standing still.
I'm afraid to be ok. Because once i'm ok, something tragic happens. It seems like i'm not allowed to be ok. So, i'll stop trying. Tragic always hurts more when being ok.
It's like this: Sometimes, when you're out on the Ocean, you're on a boat. Sometimes, the boat swims really really fast. Basically flying over the water. Then, it hits something. Because sometimes, boats aren't allowed to go that fast in the water. It hits something powerful enough to destroy the boat. But, the boat isn't comPLETELY destroyed. It just can't fly anymore. Now, the boat sits in the water. The boat's ok. Not flying, but ok. But, sometimes, when certain boats fly through the water, they're attacked or ambushed. Therefore, the boat IS completely destroyed. So, instead of sitting in the water, being ok, the boat sinks. Because it was destroyed. That's simply what happens. When boats get attacked, ambushed, destroyed, they sink. Theycan'thelpitorstopit.
Me, i'm that second boat.
-One step forward, three steps back.
-Two steps forward, seven steps back.
-Standing still.
I'm afraid to be ok. Because once i'm ok, something tragic happens. It seems like i'm not allowed to be ok. So, i'll stop trying. Tragic always hurts more when being ok.
It's like this: Sometimes, when you're out on the Ocean, you're on a boat. Sometimes, the boat swims really really fast. Basically flying over the water. Then, it hits something. Because sometimes, boats aren't allowed to go that fast in the water. It hits something powerful enough to destroy the boat. But, the boat isn't comPLETELY destroyed. It just can't fly anymore. Now, the boat sits in the water. The boat's ok. Not flying, but ok. But, sometimes, when certain boats fly through the water, they're attacked or ambushed. Therefore, the boat IS completely destroyed. So, instead of sitting in the water, being ok, the boat sinks. Because it was destroyed. That's simply what happens. When boats get attacked, ambushed, destroyed, they sink. Theycan'thelpitorstopit.
Me, i'm that second boat.
Me and you, Love, everything's gonna be alright.
At 2 AM, God's somewhere in Heaven, sleeping.
At 2 AM, i'm here on Earth, awake.
At 2 AM, i'm here on Earth, awake.
Friday, June 4, 2010
Between Brick Walls
There's this part inside me, inside my soul, that's DYING to get out. To be free. To be IT again. There's this part of my soul that's me. It's the old me. I miss it dearly. I want to set it free, to let it replace the current disgusting me. Buuuuut, it's stuck. Stuck between brick walls. One is called: confusion. The other: being completely at a loss for what to do.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Daisies.
I really love it when someone does/says/writes something that SCREAMS them. That's simply it.
Like:
When Jordan blogged "i wish gas was free." That made me smile so big because that's totally something she would say X)
When Jeniffer said "I wanna fall asleep holding your hand." <33 (:.
When Katie said "if you name your kid that.. i'll buy you a cat. Named parmazan." XD
When Lexie said "adjectives!" After the Owl City concert. SO.SPANKIN.CUTE.
When Brittney wrote "STABIFIES YOU" on Adrienne's wall.
When Mary winks at me. x)
When Jessica Anderson laughs mockingly.
When Emily makes her surprised face X)
When Brooklyn tweeted: "When in doubt: GET NAKED." XD
When Thomas said "OHMYGOSH. THEY JUST LIED IN CHURCH. THEY SAID THEY WERE FROM KANSAS. KANSAS ISN'T REAL. IT'S MADE UP. FROM THE WIZARD OF OZ."
When Brian calls me mom.
When Jay asks permission to like a girl.
When Ashlynne said "With a personality like this.. who needs pants?"
When Alex says "dis is mah beest fren."
When Kimberly asks me & Dani if we're buying Flowers and Kit-Kats when we visit her at Wal*Mart :')
When Emily calls me "dandelion."
When Peter "dances." X)
WHEN ADRIENNE POSTED "I need to talk to the clouds." :'))
When Thomas asked me if he could follow me around.
WHEN LIZ TWEETS ABOUT LUKE.
When Aspen says "you boo-hoo berry."
When Emma uses her dumb voice. :)
When Jordan said "SAY YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A BOY IS!" That's my favorite. (x
Like:
When Jordan blogged "i wish gas was free." That made me smile so big because that's totally something she would say X)
When Jeniffer said "I wanna fall asleep holding your hand." <33 (:.
When Katie said "if you name your kid that.. i'll buy you a cat. Named parmazan." XD
When Lexie said "adjectives!" After the Owl City concert. SO.SPANKIN.CUTE.
When Brittney wrote "STABIFIES YOU" on Adrienne's wall.
When Mary winks at me. x)
When Jessica Anderson laughs mockingly.
When Emily makes her surprised face X)
When Brooklyn tweeted: "When in doubt: GET NAKED." XD
When Thomas said "OHMYGOSH. THEY JUST LIED IN CHURCH. THEY SAID THEY WERE FROM KANSAS. KANSAS ISN'T REAL. IT'S MADE UP. FROM THE WIZARD OF OZ."
When Brian calls me mom.
When Jay asks permission to like a girl.
When Ashlynne said "With a personality like this.. who needs pants?"
When Alex says "dis is mah beest fren."
When Kimberly asks me & Dani if we're buying Flowers and Kit-Kats when we visit her at Wal*Mart :')
When Emily calls me "dandelion."
When Peter "dances." X)
WHEN ADRIENNE POSTED "I need to talk to the clouds." :'))
When Thomas asked me if he could follow me around.
WHEN LIZ TWEETS ABOUT LUKE.
When Aspen says "you boo-hoo berry."
When Emma uses her dumb voice. :)
When Jordan said "SAY YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A BOY IS!" That's my favorite. (x
Friday, May 21, 2010
Brick by Boring Brick
I'm done kissing up to you, telling you i'm sorry, begging for your forgivness. I'm through with feeling guilty and broken because of all the pain "iiiiii" caused you. Because now i realize, you asked for it.
But instead, i'll fight back. I'll fight back with every shallow, coldhearted, inconsiderate word you throw at me.
"I'll make your life hell because of them." Sure, fine, ok. But i'm just as capable of doing it in return, too.
But instead, i'll fight back. I'll fight back with every shallow, coldhearted, inconsiderate word you throw at me.
"I'll make your life hell because of them." Sure, fine, ok. But i'm just as capable of doing it in return, too.
I'm Sorry-ology. Forgive Me-ology.
Sorry can be a beautifully exquisit word.
It makes you Vulnerable, yet it shows your senceritiy.
I'm sorry my best isn't good enough. I'm sorry i am who i am. I'm sorry that i'm not what you expected me to be. I'm sorry my greatest and most prized achievment isn't worth anything in your eyes. I'm sorry my flaws destroy instead of keep me who i am. I'm sorry my flaws aren't perfect. I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry for not understanding. I'm sorry for being a naive, dumb disgrace.
Forgive me for being a dissappointment. Forgive me.
As soon as i can, i'll leave you alone. All i ask of you is to remember that other lives depend on you. Don't do anything stupid. I'll wish you happiness for all the times i shamed you.
Forgive me, i'll try not to be too much like myself anymore.
It makes you Vulnerable, yet it shows your senceritiy.
I'm sorry my best isn't good enough. I'm sorry i am who i am. I'm sorry that i'm not what you expected me to be. I'm sorry my greatest and most prized achievment isn't worth anything in your eyes. I'm sorry my flaws destroy instead of keep me who i am. I'm sorry my flaws aren't perfect. I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm sorry for not understanding. I'm sorry for being a naive, dumb disgrace.
Forgive me for being a dissappointment. Forgive me.
As soon as i can, i'll leave you alone. All i ask of you is to remember that other lives depend on you. Don't do anything stupid. I'll wish you happiness for all the times i shamed you.
Forgive me, i'll try not to be too much like myself anymore.
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Lipgloss
(I meant to post this liiiike.. 3 months ago. Oops. ^_^)
Last night, around 1in the morning, Lexie and I talked about things we thought about this whole week.
And it made me really think of how other people make you who you are and who you aren't. People you love and care about will inspire you to be more spontaneous and express yourself more.
But then people who are 'popular' and who carry themselves in a way that seems more superior then everyone else will encourage you to HANG ON TO who you really are.
What IS popular? I don't think it means that everyone knows you, I think it means that your friends know so much about you. I think it would suck to be 'popular.' Because everyone would know your mistakes, your struggles, your insecurities.
And people who have never met you, would ONLY know the negative things about you. Never giving you a TRUE pure chance of friendship. I don't want everyone to know my mistakes and struggles. I wouldn't want anyone else to tell them. And I wouldn't tell them myself unless I decided they should know about something specific. I want THEM to figure out by getting to know me and knowing how I am. Then they decide if my insecurities are too much for them, or make me more of who I am.
Last night, around 1in the morning, Lexie and I talked about things we thought about this whole week.
And it made me really think of how other people make you who you are and who you aren't. People you love and care about will inspire you to be more spontaneous and express yourself more.
But then people who are 'popular' and who carry themselves in a way that seems more superior then everyone else will encourage you to HANG ON TO who you really are.
What IS popular? I don't think it means that everyone knows you, I think it means that your friends know so much about you. I think it would suck to be 'popular.' Because everyone would know your mistakes, your struggles, your insecurities.
And people who have never met you, would ONLY know the negative things about you. Never giving you a TRUE pure chance of friendship. I don't want everyone to know my mistakes and struggles. I wouldn't want anyone else to tell them. And I wouldn't tell them myself unless I decided they should know about something specific. I want THEM to figure out by getting to know me and knowing how I am. Then they decide if my insecurities are too much for them, or make me more of who I am.
Sunday, April 18, 2010
Jellyfish
Sometimes, when I'm reading, when I'm watching something,
when I'm talking, when I'm listening to music, I can feel my sight
slowly fading.
You know when you're really thirsty, but you don't realize how thirsty
you are until you get a big glass of water and drink it all? And suddenly
all the water's gone. Then you're surprised at how thirsty you were.
It's kinda like that.
I know my sight won't get better. In fact, it's supposed to get worse
as time goes on.
I'm told this a terrible situation, everyone says how sorry they are for me,
that everything will be ok.
Why?
What's so tragic about it?
I'm thankful for it.
Being born with bad eye sight, the optimologist told me that my
other senses are just a liiittle stronger then everyone else's.
I can feel when someone is in the room without them talking
or making noise. Hear something out of the ordinary. I remember the feels of fabrics, objects, things, so easily.
I know how people smell. My suitcase smells like McAllen (: a place I went last summer with my youth group for a missions trip.
That's where I'll be again this summer. :))
I know what all the different spices in my kitchen tastes like.
My situation is like losing something that'll make you stronger.
So, is losing my sight a bad thing?
No.
Everything else will get better. I'll have, like, super senses.
A handicapped super hero.
Yeah, I'll be a handicapped super hero. (:.
when I'm talking, when I'm listening to music, I can feel my sight
slowly fading.
You know when you're really thirsty, but you don't realize how thirsty
you are until you get a big glass of water and drink it all? And suddenly
all the water's gone. Then you're surprised at how thirsty you were.
It's kinda like that.
I know my sight won't get better. In fact, it's supposed to get worse
as time goes on.
I'm told this a terrible situation, everyone says how sorry they are for me,
that everything will be ok.
Why?
What's so tragic about it?
I'm thankful for it.
Being born with bad eye sight, the optimologist told me that my
other senses are just a liiittle stronger then everyone else's.
I can feel when someone is in the room without them talking
or making noise. Hear something out of the ordinary. I remember the feels of fabrics, objects, things, so easily.
I know how people smell. My suitcase smells like McAllen (: a place I went last summer with my youth group for a missions trip.
That's where I'll be again this summer. :))
I know what all the different spices in my kitchen tastes like.
My situation is like losing something that'll make you stronger.
So, is losing my sight a bad thing?
No.
Everything else will get better. I'll have, like, super senses.
A handicapped super hero.
Yeah, I'll be a handicapped super hero. (:.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Dandelion.
Why do some people think they're better then others?
What does it mean to reeeeally know someone?
What does it mean to be a friend?
Does it mean you know someones name?
Or does it mean that you talk to that person in class daily?
Maybe it means that even though THAT person may not consider
you a friend, you see them as a genuine sincere person, and simply
call them your friend.
Why do some people think art, drawing in class, and expressing
yourself on canvas is dumb?
What if people actually LISTENED instead of just HEARING?
What if friendships were indestructible? And no words, actions,
rumors could tear them apart?
What if you could CHOOSE what happened next In life?
I guess you can kiiiiinda do that, sorts, not really, nevermind.
What if everyone forgave, and forgot. What if hurts and betrayals
were something you could simply crush and throw in the ocean?
And life would just go on, never different.
That could be wonderful, yet horrible.
Wonderful because what's more simple then throwing problems away?
They'd be solved. Nothing to worry about.
But horride because problems shape character. They make your
strengths more distint. And your weaknesses remind you that
you need other people to help you and love you.
What could be worse then an ocean of problems?
What does it mean to reeeeally know someone?
What does it mean to be a friend?
Does it mean you know someones name?
Or does it mean that you talk to that person in class daily?
Maybe it means that even though THAT person may not consider
you a friend, you see them as a genuine sincere person, and simply
call them your friend.
Why do some people think art, drawing in class, and expressing
yourself on canvas is dumb?
What if people actually LISTENED instead of just HEARING?
What if friendships were indestructible? And no words, actions,
rumors could tear them apart?
What if you could CHOOSE what happened next In life?
I guess you can kiiiiinda do that, sorts, not really, nevermind.
What if everyone forgave, and forgot. What if hurts and betrayals
were something you could simply crush and throw in the ocean?
And life would just go on, never different.
That could be wonderful, yet horrible.
Wonderful because what's more simple then throwing problems away?
They'd be solved. Nothing to worry about.
But horride because problems shape character. They make your
strengths more distint. And your weaknesses remind you that
you need other people to help you and love you.
What could be worse then an ocean of problems?
Saturday, March 27, 2010
So call me crazy.
My school is a communist building. With strict rules and on lookers that stand in the hall way to make sure those rules are obeyed.
And in this building are rooms, in the rooms it is as rare to find a window as it is to find a ruby in a forest. Windows are hope. Windows are welcomings. And in the rare moments I get to see out a window, I feel as though someone can ALWAYS find hope in any situation. You just have to look and not give up.
I think rooms are extremely similar to people. Some of decorations: ways of expressing themselves. Some simply have books and lights. Facts and focuse. Some rooms are large and spacious: open to change and wanting to try new things. Some rooms have so little space that they don't want anything else to be added.
But some rooms have beautiful windows. So many windows. They have hope. Some people have hope enough to encourage thousands into believing they can capture the ocean. Some people are so optimistic and happy that every problem, to them, is an adventurous opportunity to find a reason to smile. Some rooms have really small windows that lead into a beautiful thinking place. You just have to unlock the window. Get to know the person figure out what they loooove. How they are.
I think that those certain people that never talk in class, that always have their head down, always keep to themselves, will have the most spontaneous decorations: The most wonderful souls. Allwehavetodoispaycloserattention. Askmorequestions. Lovemoredeeply. Livemorespontaneously.
And in this building are rooms, in the rooms it is as rare to find a window as it is to find a ruby in a forest. Windows are hope. Windows are welcomings. And in the rare moments I get to see out a window, I feel as though someone can ALWAYS find hope in any situation. You just have to look and not give up.
I think rooms are extremely similar to people. Some of decorations: ways of expressing themselves. Some simply have books and lights. Facts and focuse. Some rooms are large and spacious: open to change and wanting to try new things. Some rooms have so little space that they don't want anything else to be added.
But some rooms have beautiful windows. So many windows. They have hope. Some people have hope enough to encourage thousands into believing they can capture the ocean. Some people are so optimistic and happy that every problem, to them, is an adventurous opportunity to find a reason to smile. Some rooms have really small windows that lead into a beautiful thinking place. You just have to unlock the window. Get to know the person figure out what they loooove. How they are.
I think that those certain people that never talk in class, that always have their head down, always keep to themselves, will have the most spontaneous decorations: The most wonderful souls. Allwehavetodoispaycloserattention. Askmorequestions. Lovemoredeeply. Livemorespontaneously.
Friday, March 26, 2010
I can see clearly now that the rain is gone.
So, I recently got glasses, and it's made a world of difference to me.
I watch people. I look at them and see the specific lines of a person's face.
I can sit outside and just look at things. And see the difference in them.
See the color. The shape. The emotion. The shade.
Some people think it's weird and creepy to just watch someone, but that's the best
way to get to know someone. By watching them.
I see more emotion in everything now.
Flowers are joyful. The sun is hopful. The moon is perseverence.
Friends are rays of hope and love and happiness and laughter.
Words are emotion. Blades of grass are those tiny little things in life that
are in your daily, everyday lives, but go unnoticed most of the time.
I watch people. I look at them and see the specific lines of a person's face.
I can sit outside and just look at things. And see the difference in them.
See the color. The shape. The emotion. The shade.
Some people think it's weird and creepy to just watch someone, but that's the best
way to get to know someone. By watching them.
I see more emotion in everything now.
Flowers are joyful. The sun is hopful. The moon is perseverence.
Friends are rays of hope and love and happiness and laughter.
Words are emotion. Blades of grass are those tiny little things in life that
are in your daily, everyday lives, but go unnoticed most of the time.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Where The Wild Things Are.
Max: There were some buildings... There were these really tall buildings, and they could walk. Then there were some vampires. And one of the vampires bit the tallest building, and his fangs broke off. Then all his other teeth fell out. Then he started crying. And then, all the other vampires said, 'Why are you crying? Weren't those just your baby teeth?' And he said, 'No. Those were my grown up teeth.' And the vampires knew he couldn't be a vampire anymore, so they left him. The end.
Carol: We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Max: Yeah.
Carol: Well it was like that.
Carol: We were gonna make a whole world like this. Now, everyone used to come here, but you know... you know what it feels like when all your teeth are falling out really slowly and you don't realize and then you notice that, well, they're really far apart. And then one day... you don't have any teeth anymore.
Max: Yeah.
Carol: Well it was like that.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Irrelevent.
Day by day, those faces constently remind me of what was, and what could still be. I miss them so much. I miss our conversations. The endless hours we spent talking about the dumbest things that never failed to make me giggle. I miss our pointless jokes that only made sense to us. But most of all I miss knowing that no matter what life threw us, we always had each other. Those two days a week, when I see you both together, I ask: "what went wrong?" What happened that changed out friendship and US so much? There isn't anything I wouldn't give just to hug you and ask to start over. But it's too late. Words have been said, lines crossed. A point has been reached where it isn't possible to turn back.
And that's what breaks my heart the most.
And that's what breaks my heart the most.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Precious
We live in a world where we tear down the most beautiful people just to watch the show.
We talk about others just to hear our voices.
We point out other's insecurities just to make ours less obvious.
We ignore people because we've been ignored.
We laugh at our neighbors to hide our tears.
We have created a world where being yourself is no longer admirable, but unacceptable.
We're are limited in our expressions because it's not "proper."
we have allowed people to tell us what to do and wear when we go out. Why haven't we tried to stop them? Because we are afraid of confrontation.
We shut up at insults, because we are afraid of being hurt further.
We laugh at jokes that poke fun at others, because we crave attention.
We hate because we want to be loved.
This is just my oppinion though.
We talk about others just to hear our voices.
We point out other's insecurities just to make ours less obvious.
We ignore people because we've been ignored.
We laugh at our neighbors to hide our tears.
We have created a world where being yourself is no longer admirable, but unacceptable.
We're are limited in our expressions because it's not "proper."
we have allowed people to tell us what to do and wear when we go out. Why haven't we tried to stop them? Because we are afraid of confrontation.
We shut up at insults, because we are afraid of being hurt further.
We laugh at jokes that poke fun at others, because we crave attention.
We hate because we want to be loved.
This is just my oppinion though.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Oh you know, those bus rides...
Once upon a time there was a dog named KEVIN at new life ranchhhhh! He was named by A frog and clifforddddd! So the dog went to candy land where he met the Boo-nana king! BUT the Boo-nana king only spoke leoplorodon! So Kevin was now really depressed. He was at walmart, walked into the gun department and said "where are the anti-depressants?" SO! The clerk captured him, and put him in the asylum. Poor Kevin. So Kevin made a friend! His name was Charlie the unicorn! And Charlie was in the asylum cuz he stole someones kidney and the victim sued him and he was found guilty so they put him in there cuz they decided he was mental. Anyway! Charlie&kevin tried to escape, BUT! An oger found them and took them to his cave where they ate cool-whip, SeXY pomegrantes, AND cinnamon. Then you know who popped up! Joy Gibson! Yesssssssssssssssssssss! Mkay, so she came into the cave with the ogre named fajanzo, the frog ;), and clifforrrrrrd! She was all like hey guys! And she brought them presents of bacon and rape whistles! But then all the sudden there was a terrible blizzard and they allll got snowed in for weeks on end!!! Alll they had to eat was cool whip, cinnamon, and BACON! Eventually they ran out of everything except joys personal stash of bacon! One night when they were all asleep ( or so they thought) the frog got up and tried to steal the bacon!!!! But since joy was like a freakin ninja she woke up and shouted, "woah no! Rule #6 don't touch my bacon!" so they threw the poor frog and big red dog into the snow. So there they wondered for days untilll they finally reached shelter but it was STILL snowing so they couldn't tell where they were. They went into the giant house they find just to find out everthing in the house was MINI!!!! They started to look around for a bed when they ran into an ElF!!!!! "Mother burchard" the two wanders cried! "where are we?!" Clifford screamed on the brink of a heart attack. The small elf replied, "the north pole! You're At Santa's workshop!" then the frog and big red dog fainted. Later they woke up in an office and at a giant desk righ in front of them was SANTA!!!! Ahhh! :) he was alll smiley and fat and happy and he had just about the coolest mustache EVER! He decided to let the frog and Clifford live with them at the north pole! One day Clifford was outside making a snow angel when frosty the snowman popped up. Now frosty has a reputation for being QUITE the pedofile but clifford didn't know this of course. So when Clifford wasn't looking frosty came up to her and grabbed her BOSSOMS! Bahahaha. So Clifford since she was trained by the greatest Self Defense Against Creepy People teacher ever, Mildred, knew just what to do. "PA-POW! POW!!!" frosty died. The end. (THIS is an inside joke. Imissit)
Thursday, March 4, 2010
✿ Dedicated to Lexie Brooke ♥
Your imperfections make you who you are, so the next time someone-or even you- point out your flaws, remember that they make you beautiful. You're so perfect at being you, no one compares. if someone attempted all your habits and actions, it would be in vain. Because your personal intentions wouldn't be behind them. You see things I never believed possible. You answer me in ways that gives my question a new value. Your imagination is like a puzzle with a million pieces, without shape. When stirred it creates a picture completely new, unique. It paints pictures that belong in dreams. You see the world in a way that gives it a dream-like quality: restoring its beauty of a different shade. Nothing is normal, or average. Average is nothing but a setting on a washing machine. You. Are. SponTANEOUS. I see you as a beautiful adventure, someone simply waiting for the 'go-ahead' to paint the world the colors of your smile. Your songs reflect you, your snazzy and classy vibe. Your vibe of coffeeshops, jones cream soda, zebras, Colbie, and star-gazing. You inspire others to BE what they always told themselves was impossible. You inspired me to love more deeply, dream more spontANOUSLY, and doubt less You taught me to never settle with the basics, but to always ask Why? How? And How Come? You inspired me to be a better me. ♥ =)☮✿
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Love Never Fails
Love is not proud
Love does not boast
Love after all
Matters the most
Love does not run
Love does not hide
Love does not keep
Locked inside
Love is the river that flows through
Love never fails you
Love will sustain
Love will provide
Love will not cease
At the end of time
Love will protect
Love always hopes
Love still believes
When you don’t
Love is the arms that are holding you
Love never fails you
When my heart won’t make a sound
When I can’t turn back around
When the sky is falling down
Nothing is greater than this
Greater than this
Love is right here
Love is alive
Love is the way
The truth the life
Love is the river than flows through
Love is the arms that are holding you
Love is the place you will fly to
Love never fails you
Love does not boast
Love after all
Matters the most
Love does not run
Love does not hide
Love does not keep
Locked inside
Love is the river that flows through
Love never fails you
Love will sustain
Love will provide
Love will not cease
At the end of time
Love will protect
Love always hopes
Love still believes
When you don’t
Love is the arms that are holding you
Love never fails you
When my heart won’t make a sound
When I can’t turn back around
When the sky is falling down
Nothing is greater than this
Greater than this
Love is right here
Love is alive
Love is the way
The truth the life
Love is the river than flows through
Love is the arms that are holding you
Love is the place you will fly to
Love never fails you
Friday, February 26, 2010
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Hold My Heart.
If you're everything you say you are, won't you come close and Hold My Heart?
He is my Comfort. He is my strength. Who else is there to turn to, when everyone else seems
so far away?
If the one that named the stars bothered to show me the over-whelming amount of His love, then there is no one that can bring me down.
He arranged the stars to tell a secret, He told the sun to keep you and I warm, He gave the moon the task to light the path even in the darkest of nights.
He perfected everything for me.
For you.
He would rather die then live without either of us.
He takes away so we can learn to be thankful, he gives so we know that He loves the smile on our face.
He holds us through the sharpest roads to prove to us that He is the only one that can pull us through what he brought us to.
There is no greater love to experience.
He is jealous of me.
He wants me to be completely obsessed with Him because He knows that through Him, i will find my complete happiness.
Loves like a Hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of his love and Mercy.
My mind can never comprehend the Love and Adoration he has for me.
Who can turn this away?:
Security, adoration, trust, comfort, friendship, love.
If the Lord is first in my life, who then should be second?
If you love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind, there will be nothing left to love another. There IS no second.
The Lord is the only thing you should love.
The World, and the people in this World will let you down. But that is when Jesus says: "I'll be waiting for you to come back to me."
He is my Comfort. He is my strength. Who else is there to turn to, when everyone else seems
so far away?
If the one that named the stars bothered to show me the over-whelming amount of His love, then there is no one that can bring me down.
He arranged the stars to tell a secret, He told the sun to keep you and I warm, He gave the moon the task to light the path even in the darkest of nights.
He perfected everything for me.
For you.
He would rather die then live without either of us.
He takes away so we can learn to be thankful, he gives so we know that He loves the smile on our face.
He holds us through the sharpest roads to prove to us that He is the only one that can pull us through what he brought us to.
There is no greater love to experience.
He is jealous of me.
He wants me to be completely obsessed with Him because He knows that through Him, i will find my complete happiness.
Loves like a Hurricane, I am a tree bending beneath the weight of his love and Mercy.
My mind can never comprehend the Love and Adoration he has for me.
Who can turn this away?:
Security, adoration, trust, comfort, friendship, love.
If the Lord is first in my life, who then should be second?
If you love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind, there will be nothing left to love another. There IS no second.
The Lord is the only thing you should love.
The World, and the people in this World will let you down. But that is when Jesus says: "I'll be waiting for you to come back to me."
That moment between asleep and awake.
Friendship. Love.
You can't have one without the other.
Friendship is knowing the flaws in someone, yet ignoring their imperfections, and adoring their exquisite qualities. Also known as Love.
Love is always being their for someone, constantly thinking of them, wanting to make them happy.
Adoring them.
Love should be pure, beautiful, and selfless.
Love should be the innocence you witness while watching a child roll down a hill.
Love should be trusting in something you can't understand, belief. Trust.
Love is like sitting in a chair. Pure habit, doubtless trust. Knowing it'll support you, even without question.
Love should be rejoicing with yourself for enduring the rough times that result with being able to love the person more.
Love is laying your life down for another. Jesus.
Love is the One that still waits for you with arms wide open ready to comfort you even when you think you've made the biggest mistake of your life.
Love is He that holds your hand, and shows you the way to go when you feel it all falling apart, and wanting to give in to the unforgiving World.
Love is The One that wipes your tears saying "it's okay, I still love you. Now lets find the good in this, and give all the glory to God."
Love is The One who HAD to make things perfect for you.
Love is Jesus.
Jesus is the one who would rather die then live without you. <3
You can't have one without the other.
Friendship is knowing the flaws in someone, yet ignoring their imperfections, and adoring their exquisite qualities. Also known as Love.
Love is always being their for someone, constantly thinking of them, wanting to make them happy.
Adoring them.
Love should be pure, beautiful, and selfless.
Love should be the innocence you witness while watching a child roll down a hill.
Love should be trusting in something you can't understand, belief. Trust.
Love is like sitting in a chair. Pure habit, doubtless trust. Knowing it'll support you, even without question.
Love should be rejoicing with yourself for enduring the rough times that result with being able to love the person more.
Love is laying your life down for another. Jesus.
Love is the One that still waits for you with arms wide open ready to comfort you even when you think you've made the biggest mistake of your life.
Love is He that holds your hand, and shows you the way to go when you feel it all falling apart, and wanting to give in to the unforgiving World.
Love is The One that wipes your tears saying "it's okay, I still love you. Now lets find the good in this, and give all the glory to God."
Love is The One who HAD to make things perfect for you.
Love is Jesus.
Jesus is the one who would rather die then live without you. <3
Monday, February 15, 2010
BAZOOKA BUBBLE GUM
I forgot how much i love blogging:)
QUICK! FREEWRITE!
Bazooka Bubble Gum reminds me of Emma Groves
I just saw some glasses that remind me of Sunny and Cher
I just heard someone say "In my pants"
I'm currently listening to the Tarzan soundtrack <3 <3
Tarzan reminds me of McAllen which reminds me of last Summer which reminds
me of trees, lemonade, trampolines, and weekly pool parties with my church friends:)
Church reminds me of that one halloween party we had when i dressed as Ezmerelda x)
I spent that halloween with Averi:) SOMEONE DRESSED AS WALDO! I FOUND HIM!
I've been writting or 3 minutes. Once, a guy called me to ask me about braclet-making-string because he was making his girlfriend a bracelet :') i smiled x)
Emity means Friendship. I have used it 9 times since i learned this word, this is the tenth time.
Tenth. Tenth Avenue North. I think my friend asked me to go see them in concert.
ILoveThem. Nerds that sing, what's better?
TOASTER STRUDDLE
5 SECOND DANCE PARTY
"My name is Cory! This is my story!..... Two times two is foury...." -Failed attempt to rap. ILOVEIT:)
I want to blog about people. But I'm not sure if they would find it creepy.
Soooooo they should tell me if they want me to blog about them because i really want to.
I sneeze everytime i eat chocolate.
I really really really want to wear a dress. Right Now.
And they lived happily evver after. The End.
QUICK! FREEWRITE!
Bazooka Bubble Gum reminds me of Emma Groves
I just saw some glasses that remind me of Sunny and Cher
I just heard someone say "In my pants"
I'm currently listening to the Tarzan soundtrack <3 <3
Tarzan reminds me of McAllen which reminds me of last Summer which reminds
me of trees, lemonade, trampolines, and weekly pool parties with my church friends:)
Church reminds me of that one halloween party we had when i dressed as Ezmerelda x)
I spent that halloween with Averi:) SOMEONE DRESSED AS WALDO! I FOUND HIM!
I've been writting or 3 minutes. Once, a guy called me to ask me about braclet-making-string because he was making his girlfriend a bracelet :') i smiled x)
Emity means Friendship. I have used it 9 times since i learned this word, this is the tenth time.
Tenth. Tenth Avenue North. I think my friend asked me to go see them in concert.
ILoveThem. Nerds that sing, what's better?
TOASTER STRUDDLE
5 SECOND DANCE PARTY
"My name is Cory! This is my story!..... Two times two is foury...." -Failed attempt to rap. ILOVEIT:)
I want to blog about people. But I'm not sure if they would find it creepy.
Soooooo they should tell me if they want me to blog about them because i really want to.
I sneeze everytime i eat chocolate.
I really really really want to wear a dress. Right Now.
And they lived happily evver after. The End.
They're afraid to trust what they don't understand.
Friday, February 12th, 2010. *At the park at 10:23pm, sitting in the playground with Lexie Brooke Mummy while everyone else rolls dound hills.* (:
"I wonder if stars have real names. Like true, honest name, not those 'big dipper,' or 'O' Ryan's Belt' crap." - Lexie Brooke.
"If stars decorate the night sky, clouds decorate the morning sky. So you can wish on clouds." - Catherine Oliva.
"Clouds tell stories." - Lexie Brooke.
"I want a star. I wish I knew what God named them. Their real names." - Catherine Oliva.
"I want a star as my guardian angel. I want to pick one." - Lexie Brooke.
"But how do you pick one? There are so many, I want them all." - Catherine Oliva.
"Maybe you don't pick them, they pick you. You know, one day my friend told me: 'The night sky is a reflection of the earth. Dark, and the stars are little glimmers of hope... you just have to look for them." - Lexie Brooke.
<3 Love <3
"I wonder if stars have real names. Like true, honest name, not those 'big dipper,' or 'O' Ryan's Belt' crap." - Lexie Brooke.
"If stars decorate the night sky, clouds decorate the morning sky. So you can wish on clouds." - Catherine Oliva.
"Clouds tell stories." - Lexie Brooke.
"I want a star. I wish I knew what God named them. Their real names." - Catherine Oliva.
"I want a star as my guardian angel. I want to pick one." - Lexie Brooke.
"But how do you pick one? There are so many, I want them all." - Catherine Oliva.
"Maybe you don't pick them, they pick you. You know, one day my friend told me: 'The night sky is a reflection of the earth. Dark, and the stars are little glimmers of hope... you just have to look for them." - Lexie Brooke.
<3 Love <3
Thursday, February 11, 2010
DEVOTED.
Let there never be anything greater in your life then your obsession with the Lord.
If Jesus is first, and you love Him with all your heart, with all your strength, with all your mind, and with all your soul, who is your second?
What should be your second obsession?
There should ever be a second.
There IS no second.
If all your heart, mind, strength, and soul is in love with Jesus, there will be nothing left of you to love anything else.
If Jesus is first, and you love Him with all your heart, with all your strength, with all your mind, and with all your soul, who is your second?
What should be your second obsession?
There should ever be a second.
There IS no second.
If all your heart, mind, strength, and soul is in love with Jesus, there will be nothing left of you to love anything else.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
The currents will pull us away from our Love.
We aren't complete.
We aren't perfect.
Cracks threaten to swallow us underneath our feet.
Fear for tomorrow, for tomorrow's tomorrow- stalks us. There is no safe moment which we can dwell in. Only appreciation that for this one moment, there is enough, and there is no need to seek for more.
The looks we get.
The whispers of lies and gossip and rumors that taunt what little true is left. By appearance there is love, there is happiness, there is laughter and hugs. But perfection is only a moment where you are satisfied with what you have.
Closed doors hide the biggest struggles of all. It's the only difference between here, and there.
We aren't perfect. But we know how to forgive, start over, and love.
We aren't perfect.
Cracks threaten to swallow us underneath our feet.
Fear for tomorrow, for tomorrow's tomorrow- stalks us. There is no safe moment which we can dwell in. Only appreciation that for this one moment, there is enough, and there is no need to seek for more.
The looks we get.
The whispers of lies and gossip and rumors that taunt what little true is left. By appearance there is love, there is happiness, there is laughter and hugs. But perfection is only a moment where you are satisfied with what you have.
Closed doors hide the biggest struggles of all. It's the only difference between here, and there.
We aren't perfect. But we know how to forgive, start over, and love.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
No one is ever NOT good enough for someone else.
Find the guy that calls you beautiful instead of hot,
who calls you back when you hang up on him,
who'll lay under the stars for hours and listen to your heart beat.
Or will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy that kisses your forhead,
who keeps your picture in his wallet,
who wants to show you off to the world even when your in sweatpants,
who holds your hand in front of all his freinds,
who thinks your beautiful without makeup,
one who is constantly telling you of how much he cares and how is lucky to have you,
THE one who turns to his friends and says THATS HER!
who calls you back when you hang up on him,
who'll lay under the stars for hours and listen to your heart beat.
Or will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy that kisses your forhead,
who keeps your picture in his wallet,
who wants to show you off to the world even when your in sweatpants,
who holds your hand in front of all his freinds,
who thinks your beautiful without makeup,
one who is constantly telling you of how much he cares and how is lucky to have you,
THE one who turns to his friends and says THATS HER!
Grow your wings.
Girls
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree just to pick them.
are like
apples on trees.
The best ones are
at the top of the tree.The
boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that aren't as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they're amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who's
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree just to pick them.
Friday, January 15, 2010
I wonder why each little bird has a someone...
I like to observe people as they rush by about their lives and they never seem to slow down and actually pay attention to what they're doing.
I wonder why some people worry themselves sick over what tomorrow will bring, when today isn't even half over.
Today at Wal-Mart i saw a lady who left her drink on the roof of her car and drove off before she could remember it was there.
I noticed someone who, in all their haste, had their hoodie on inside-out.
Someone with their backpack opened while walking through the halls.
It makes me wonder why we all seem to rush, hurry through each day.
Rush rush rush. Hurry hurry hurry. Faster.
Why don't we slow down? And enjoy the moment. We wouldn't dread the day if we stopped and and enjoyed the moment, good or bad. Every moment is a gift. A second that won't return.
A gift. A moment to appreciate what we have.
I wonder why some people worry themselves sick over what tomorrow will bring, when today isn't even half over.
Today at Wal-Mart i saw a lady who left her drink on the roof of her car and drove off before she could remember it was there.
I noticed someone who, in all their haste, had their hoodie on inside-out.
Someone with their backpack opened while walking through the halls.
It makes me wonder why we all seem to rush, hurry through each day.
Rush rush rush. Hurry hurry hurry. Faster.
Why don't we slow down? And enjoy the moment. We wouldn't dread the day if we stopped and and enjoyed the moment, good or bad. Every moment is a gift. A second that won't return.
A gift. A moment to appreciate what we have.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
That one.
Its amazing when two strangers become the best of friends, but its terribly sad when the best of friends become two strangers.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
In the blink of an eye.
I see so many people, worrying about what other people think, stressing over what they should do over the weekend, continuously wondering if they are doing all they can to look perfect. To look like they have it all together and they have no problems.
Yet they miss the little and most beautiful things.
They don’t notice the bright shinning light the Sun makes when it hit’s the clouds just right, the wind that makes the leaves look as if they are dancing. The other day when I was driving in my car I turned off my iPod, the radio, and my phone when I was driving and paid attention to JUST what was outside my car.
I saw something I had never noticed before: the wind made the light fluffy snow on the ground move in swirls. The snow curled up and floated in whips, it danced. It fascinated me and it was just lovely X)
But I think people are too worried about what others think- that they miss out on what they love the most. They miss out on what they enjoy, what makes them smile, but most importantly on WHO makes them smile.
We want everyone to think we have the perfect social life, so many friends, no problems, good grades, clean bedroom, up to date with all the music, perfect weight.
We work so hard to feel important and accepted- we miss out on the best things that God gives us.
The colors of fall, the new different sights of spring, the freedom of summer and all its different adventures, the dancing snow of winter.
But most importantly: we miss out on each other. Time flies past us and we have no way to call it back.
Yet they miss the little and most beautiful things.
They don’t notice the bright shinning light the Sun makes when it hit’s the clouds just right, the wind that makes the leaves look as if they are dancing. The other day when I was driving in my car I turned off my iPod, the radio, and my phone when I was driving and paid attention to JUST what was outside my car.
I saw something I had never noticed before: the wind made the light fluffy snow on the ground move in swirls. The snow curled up and floated in whips, it danced. It fascinated me and it was just lovely X)
But I think people are too worried about what others think- that they miss out on what they love the most. They miss out on what they enjoy, what makes them smile, but most importantly on WHO makes them smile.
We want everyone to think we have the perfect social life, so many friends, no problems, good grades, clean bedroom, up to date with all the music, perfect weight.
We work so hard to feel important and accepted- we miss out on the best things that God gives us.
The colors of fall, the new different sights of spring, the freedom of summer and all its different adventures, the dancing snow of winter.
But most importantly: we miss out on each other. Time flies past us and we have no way to call it back.
Saturday, January 2, 2010
I'm not antisocial
I am not antisocial but gathering 30 kids and locking them in a room for 6 hours a day without the freedom of speech or even a restroom break isn't exactly my idea of "social."
It's what i would call killing beautiful minds full of brilliance and imagination.
I think social means taking the freedom that we live under and making new friends, offering help to someone in need, and enjoying being with one another... mmhmm X)
It's what i would call killing beautiful minds full of brilliance and imagination.
I think social means taking the freedom that we live under and making new friends, offering help to someone in need, and enjoying being with one another... mmhmm X)
Dark Blue -By Jack's Mannequin X)
I have (I have) you breathing down my neck (breathing down my neck)
I don't (don't know) what you could possibly expect under this condition so
I'll wait (I'll wait) for the ambulance to come (ambulance to come)
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition so
Slow down.. this night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue..
Just dark blue
This flood (this flood) is slowly rising up swallowing the ground
Beneath my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so
I'll swim (I'll swim) as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down
And now all I can see are the planets in a row
Suggesting it's best that I slow down
This night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning (burning) down
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning dark blue
We were boxing
We were boxing the stars
We were boxing (we were boxing)
You were swinging for Mars
And then the water reached the West Coast
And took the power lines (the power lines)
And it was me and you (this could last forever)
And the whole town under water
There was nothing we could do
It was dark blue
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning (burning) down
Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the room could be burning now there's nothing but dark blue
If you've ever been alone in the dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know (you'll know)
I don't (don't know) what you could possibly expect under this condition so
I'll wait (I'll wait) for the ambulance to come (ambulance to come)
Pick us up off the floor
What did you possibly expect under this condition so
Slow down.. this night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning down
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning 'til there's nothing but dark blue..
Just dark blue
This flood (this flood) is slowly rising up swallowing the ground
Beneath my feet, Tell me how anybody thinks under this condition so
I'll swim (I'll swim) as the water rises up, the sun is sinking down
And now all I can see are the planets in a row
Suggesting it's best that I slow down
This night's a perfect shade of
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room when I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning (burning) down
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning dark blue
We were boxing
We were boxing the stars
We were boxing (we were boxing)
You were swinging for Mars
And then the water reached the West Coast
And took the power lines (the power lines)
And it was me and you (this could last forever)
And the whole town under water
There was nothing we could do
It was dark blue
Dark blue (dark blue)
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the world could be burning (burning) down
Dark blue
Have you ever been alone in a crowded room well I'm here with you
I said the room could be burning now there's nothing but dark blue
If you've ever been alone in the dark blue
If you've ever been alone you'll know (you'll know)
This is a World of Dreams and Revery... X)
Once, I lived in a World where beauty wasn't placed by face, but by your heart. Kindness and consideration of others was all the beauty anyone looked for.
I lived in a World where "Hi, how's your day?" Meant: "I loooove you, you have friends." Simple words that said so much, and positively changed someone's day. X)
Creativity and Imagination was as contagious as the luminescence fireflies displayed in the Summer. The Summer when you spent the entire day eating watermelon, running in sprinklers, napping under trees, sleeping with your windows open because of the heat, and taking pictures with your best friends. X) <3
And hatefulness was merely a nightmare, a black butterfly: gentle and unsuspecting in the darkest way possible. A black butterfly that would shimmer in the sky, and disappear as if captured by the Wind.
I lived in a World where Love was the center and Motive for everything.
You had no fear, for shadows weren't dark mysterious things, but your invisible guardians that followed you everywhere as if handcuffed to you by their unwillingness to see you unprotected.
Stars were your guidance, your wisdom, the ones who told you that you could to what the World said was impossible.
The Wind was your laughing friend, the friend that would dance in the face of death for you. The friend that held your hand when everyone else was falling to pieces before you; threatening to take you down with them.
The Wind was your only hope of happiness as the moon turned dark and no longer gave you hope in the darkest part of the night.
People weren't afraid to stand up for what they believed in.
In everything, they were optimistic, and bright; helping each other out; and lending a hand.
Friends were everywhere, and there was always someone to listen to you.
I lived in a revery of no regrets, anything was possible, and dreams were reality. X)
I lived in a World where "Hi, how's your day?" Meant: "I loooove you, you have friends." Simple words that said so much, and positively changed someone's day. X)
Creativity and Imagination was as contagious as the luminescence fireflies displayed in the Summer. The Summer when you spent the entire day eating watermelon, running in sprinklers, napping under trees, sleeping with your windows open because of the heat, and taking pictures with your best friends. X) <3
And hatefulness was merely a nightmare, a black butterfly: gentle and unsuspecting in the darkest way possible. A black butterfly that would shimmer in the sky, and disappear as if captured by the Wind.
I lived in a World where Love was the center and Motive for everything.
You had no fear, for shadows weren't dark mysterious things, but your invisible guardians that followed you everywhere as if handcuffed to you by their unwillingness to see you unprotected.
Stars were your guidance, your wisdom, the ones who told you that you could to what the World said was impossible.
The Wind was your laughing friend, the friend that would dance in the face of death for you. The friend that held your hand when everyone else was falling to pieces before you; threatening to take you down with them.
The Wind was your only hope of happiness as the moon turned dark and no longer gave you hope in the darkest part of the night.
People weren't afraid to stand up for what they believed in.
In everything, they were optimistic, and bright; helping each other out; and lending a hand.
Friends were everywhere, and there was always someone to listen to you.
I lived in a revery of no regrets, anything was possible, and dreams were reality. X)
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