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.
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