January 2009
20 posts
Parachutes- Coldplay
The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore- James Morrison
I felt horribly fragile, like one word could...
Why is it that the most important things are the hardest things to say? I find that usually, many things depend on the words that cannot come out quite right. But it’s more than that, isn’t it? The most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks leading to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. And you may pour your heart and soul...
Weekend Wars- MGMT
How many ways can one heart be mangled and still...
I’m the self-proclaimed Scrooge of Valentine’s Day. I mean, I can have fun on February 14, but usually not while doing Valentine’s Day related things.
Valentine’s Day is the day for the “lovers”. Why is it that “lovers” need an excuse to be nice to each other?
What’s the point when you’re supposed to be nice to the receiver of your...
Careful Now- Copeland
“Once upon a time I was falling in love, but now I’m only falling apart....”
– Bonnie Tyler
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Would fate take the last few shreds of peace left...
When a person you love asks you to do something that is vitally important to them, would you do it? Even if you would lose yourself and all that you have in the process? What if you lost all that you had worked for, and all that you were ever hoping to work for? Is it selfish to let yourself live, dream, and grow; even if you would lose your beloved?
Would you still do it?
“Despair is the damp...
I Can Feel a Hot One- Manchester Orchestra
When there is honesty, why are there lies?
Why am I always the one that has to make the effort? If you treated me like I meant something, it wouldn’t matter. But when I’m considered a reusable resource to you, I get a little mad. As if my friendship to you is something that you take for granted, because you think I’m going to be there forever, whenever. I can’t keep wasting my life waiting for you to acknowledge me....
Butterflies and Hurricanes- Muse
"Your number has been called"
Inspiration, where does yours come from? Are you inspired by a parent, a musician, an athlete? To be completely honest, I’m not a very motivated person, nor am I inspired easily, but I do know one thing. I know that I want to be able to inspire people, or at least make a difference in their lives. I want to be able to move people by my own words that I put together. Do you realize how...
Decidophobia.
High school is the time in your life where you really discover who you are, right? You know what I discovered?
That I don’t have a shitload of friends, that I’m a worry wart, and that I’ll probably never know what i want in life.
I look around and see all the kids I went to middle school with forming their new groups of friends and enjoying the days and nights throughout the...
"It's time we saw a miracle"
Hero- A man or woman of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his/her brave deeds and noble qualities.
I decided to put the definition of “hero” because I think the word is overused.
When you were younger, you were probably asked by a teacher to write who your hero was. I mostly wrote about my parents, having no other people to talk about. But as we grow up, the presence of...
“We can never know what to want, because living only one life, we can neither...”
– The Unbearable Lightness of Being
I read a survey someone posted, and the final question was, “What do you want out of life?” and this person replied, “Happiness.” If this person is passionately searching for happiness, how will this person know if they ever find true “happiness”? How do you know when you get what you want out of life? When is it enough? If you get what you want out of life...
“If pain must come, may it come quickly. Because i have a life to live, and i...”
– By The River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept” , Paulo Coelho
I'll feel my heart implode
I hate it when people lie to me, I hate it when people are fake, I hate when people are fucking two-faced.
Is anyone fucking real anymore? Or is just lie after lie after fucking lie? If you don’t like me then don’t fucking talk to me. Don’t smile up in my face and go behind my fucking back and talk shit.
And I’m tired of fucking guys who get pissed at me if I don’t...
Why do we like to hurt so much?
I’m going to wait, because good things come to those who wait, at least, that’s what i hear. The point in my life when i realize who really matters, who never did, and who always will, has come.
Do you ever have that moment in your life, where everything around you just seems to disappear? When everything just seems so far away and you’re completely numb?
Or the moments when...