Life is only worth a damn because it's short. It's designed to be used, consumed, spent, lived, felt. We're supposed to fill it with every mistake and miracle we can manage. And then, we're supposed to let go.
Monday, May 28, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Saturday, May 19, 2012
Prom- Ze Aftermath
Last night was fucking amazing. I had the most gorgeous date, the best friends, the most fun dancing, and omg chocolate fountain. And then I slept over at a friend's and watched a crappy horror-comedy TV show and then woke up at 10:45, watched the last 15 minutes of Spongebob and then watched the Legend of Korra. All in all, THESE PAST 24 HOURS HAVE BEEN AMAZING.
Friday, May 18, 2012
Prom is today
This is going to be probably one of the best nights of my life so far. Unlike last year, I feel confident, happy, I look so freaking handsome, I have a date that is so freaking gorgeous, I'm not sick, and I am going to literally tear up the dance floor.
Friday, May 11, 2012
Monday, May 7, 2012
Stuff my love in your drawer full of broken hearts
"thanks"
that's truly when my heart
breaks
and my love begins to recede
not from you
but from myself
How could I be so foolish
to think that you could
love me back
Reciprocal love is what makes the world turn
don't let anyone tell you different
No amount of money, drugs, or fame can be a substitute
I stand still and watch everyone
go throughout their day without interacting
because my world hasn't been turning for a long time
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Absolutely Nothing
“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.”
--Stephen Chbosky
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it
Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.
Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three a.m. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly
That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.”
--Stephen Chbosky
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Performing at basic or borderline level
Greatness is like a drug
Once you get so high; you can never achieve that peak again
so you spend the rest of your life doing more and more to try to reach that top you once had
but the climax keeps lowering
like a mountain that melts
the peak lowers each time
you keep hitting the ceiling;
which is lowering down on you
trapping you
crushing you
Once you get so high; you can never achieve that peak again
so you spend the rest of your life doing more and more to try to reach that top you once had
but the climax keeps lowering
like a mountain that melts
the peak lowers each time
you keep hitting the ceiling;
which is lowering down on you
trapping you
crushing you
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