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.

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.

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.

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. 

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.

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)

✿ 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. ♥ =)☮✿