Thursday, July 23, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Nostalgia is the failure of true emotion.
Yesterday I watched Titanic with Fred.
Fred and I were heartless.
We laughed instead of crying.
He made fun of Rose,
while I made fun of Jack.
Fred and I were heartless.
We laughed instead of crying.
He made fun of Rose,
while I made fun of Jack.
"I know. It's all wrong. By rights we shouldn't even be here. But we are. It's like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn't. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something." - Samwise Gamgee.
The Rag Doll and The Teddy Bear
Once upon a time
Through a door just down the hall
In a dark, forgotten corner
Of the playroom was a doll.
She was only made of cloth,
A rather simple work of art,
But you could see where someone
Had sewed her a heart.
It had faded from carelessness
And being lonely through the years,
And she couldn't even cry
Because she hadn't any tears.
But then one day as she lay cold
And silent on the floor,
A teddy bear was tossed in
Through the squeaky playroom door.
As she watched him, he got to his feet
And slowly walked her way;
And her little red sewed heart
Came to life that day.
He gently picked her up,
And as he held her in his arms,
He noticed a faint heartbeat
And certain rag doll charms.
So he took some thread and stitched
A pretty twinkle in her eye
And fixed her sewed-on smile
Which had long-since gone awry.
He brushed away the dust
And cobwebs from her dress
Then taught her about love
In his fuzzy warm caress.
Those two have stayed together
Since that day so long ago;
And when he looks at her today,
He would hardly even know
That his happy little rag doll,
So content and satisfied,
Was the same one he had found
Cast so carelessly aside.
HAHAHA
I'm not a monster, I'm just sick . Who would give anything to have my soul back. You should probably just shoot me in the head now, Otherwise, I'm gonna kill you. I'm sick, really sick. I'm one of them now. Quarantine me. I'm infected. Quarantine me. Don't you just love what I've become. I'm not a monster, I'm just sick. Who would do anything, to get my soul back. You should probably just cover your eyes now. I'll have to warn you, this is gonna hurt, really hurt. I'm one of them now. Quarantine me. I'm infected. Quarantine me. Don't you just love what I've become. I don't blame you for wanting me dead. I'm one of them now. I feel it in my blood now its turning me, It's turning me. You better lock the doors and hide.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Favorite <3 !
Once upon a time as a merchant set off for
market, he asked each of his three daughters what she
would like as a present on his return. The first
daughter wanted a brocade dress, the second a pearl
necklace, but the third, whose name was Beauty, the
youngest, prettiest and sweetest of them all, said to
her father:
"All I'd like is a rose you've picked
specially for me!"
When the merchant had finished his
business, he set off for home. However, a sudden storm
blew up, and his horse could hardly make headway in
the howling gale. Cold and weary, the merchant had
lost all hope of reaching an inn when he suddenly
noticed a bright light shining in the middle of a
wood. As he drew near, he saw that it was a castle,
bathed in light.
"I hope I'll find shelter there for the
night," he said to himself. When he reached the door,
he saw it was open, but though he shouted, nobody came
to greet him. Plucking up courage, he went inside,
still calling out to attract attention. On a table in
the main hall, a splendid dinner lay already served.
The merchant lingered, still shouting for the owner of
the castle. But no one
came, and so the starving merchant sat down to a
hearty meal.
Overcome by curiosity, he ventured
upstairs, where the corridor led into magnificent
rooms and halls. A fire crackled in the first room and
a soft bed looked very inviting. It was now late, and
the merchant could not resist. He lay down on the bed
and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, an
unknown hand had placed a mug of steaming coffee and
some fruit by his bedside.
The merchant had breakfast and after
tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his
generous host. But, as on the evening before, there
was nobody in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the
strangeness of it all, he went towards the garden
where he had left his horse, tethered to a tree.
Suddenly, a large rose bush caught his eye.
Remembering his promise to Beauty, he bent
down to pick a rose. Instantly, out of the rose
garden, sprang a horrible beast, wearing splendid
clothes. Two bloodshot eyes, gleaming angrily, glared
at him and a deep, terrifying voice
growled: "Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, you ate
at my table and slept in my own bed, but now all the
thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers! I
shall put you to death for this slight!" Trembling
with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the
Beast.
"Forgive me! Forgive me! Don't kill me!
I'll do anything you say! The rose wasn't for me, it
was for my daughter Beauty. I promised to bring her
back a rose from my journey!" The Beast dropped the
paw it had clamped on the unhappy merchant.
"I shall spare your life, but on one
condition, that you bring me your daughter!" The
terror-stricken merchant, faced with certain death if
he did not obey, promised that he would do so. When he
reached home in tears, his three daughters ran to
greet him. After he had told them of his dreadful
adventure, Beauty put his mind at rest immediately.
"Dear father, I'd do anything for you!
Don't worry, you'll be able to keep your promise and
save your life! Take me to the castle. I'll stay there
in your place!" The merchant hugged his daughter.
"I never did doubt your love for me. For
the moment I can only thank you for saving my life."
So Beauty was led to the castle. The Beast, however,
had quite an unexpected greeting for the girl. Instead
of menacing doom as it had done with her father, it
was surprisingly pleasant.
In the beginning, Beauty was frightened of
the Beast, and shuddered at the sight of it. Then she
found that, in spite of the monster's awful head, her
horror of it was gradually fading as time went by. She
had one of the finest rooms in the Castle, and sat for
hours, embroidering in front of the fire. And the
Beast would sit, for hours on end, only a short
distance away, silently gazing at her. Then it started
to say a few kind words, till in the end, Beauty was
amazed to discover that she was actually enjoying its
conversation. The days passed, and Beauty and the
Beast became good friends. Then one day, the Beast
asked the girl to be his wife.
Taken by surprise, Beauty did not know what
to say. Marry such an ugly monster? She would rather
die! But she did not want to hurt the feelings of one
who, after all, had been kind to her. And she
remembered too that she owed it her own life as well
as her father's.
"I really can't say yes," she began
shakily. "I'd so much like to..." The Beast
interrupted her with an abrupt gesture.
"I quite understand! And I'm not offended
by your refusal!" Life went on as usual, and nothing
further was said. One day, the Beast presented Beauty
with a magnificent magic mirror. When Beauty peeped
into it, she could see her family, far away.
"You won't feel so lonely now," were the
words that accompanied the gift. Beauty stared for
hours at her distant family. Then she began to feel
worried. One day, the Beast found her weeping beside
the magic mirror.
"What's wrong?" he asked, kindly as always.
"My father is gravely ill and close to
dying! Oh, how I wish I could see him again, before
it's too late!" But the Beast only shook its head.
"No! You will never leave this castle!" And
off it stalked in a rage. However, a little later, it
returned and spoke solemnly to the girl.
"If you swear that you will return here in
seven days time, I'll let you go and visit your
father!" Beauty threw herself at the Beast's feet in
delight.
"I swear! I swear I will! How kind you are!
You've made a loving daughter so happy!" In reality,
the merchant had fallen ill from a broken heart at
knowing his daughter was being kept prisoner. When he
embraced her again, he was soon on the road to
recovery. Beauty stayed beside him for hours on end,
describing her life at the Castle, and explaining that
the Beast was really
good and kind. The days flashed past, and at last the
merchant was able to leave his bed. He was completely
well again. Beauty was happy at last. However, she had
failed to notice that seven days had gone by.
Then one night she woke from a terrible
nightmare. She had dreamt that the Beast was dying and
calling for her, twisting in agony.
"Come back! Come back to me!" it was
pleading. The solemn promise she had made drove her
to leave home immediately.
"Hurry! Hurry, good horse!" she said,
whipping her steed onwards towards the castle, afraid
that she might arrive too late. She rushed up the
stairs, calling, but there was no reply. Her heart in
her mouth, Beauty ran into the garden and there
crouched the Beast, its eyes shut, as though dead.
Beauty threw herself at it and hugged it tightly.
"Don't die! Don't die! I'll marry
you . . ." At these words, a miracle took place. The
Beast's ugly snout turned magically into the face of a
handsome young man.
"How I've been longing for this moment!"
he said. "I was suffering in silence, and couldn't
tell my frightful secret. An evil witch turned me into
a monster and only the love of a maiden willing to
accept me as I was, could transform me back into my
real self. My dearest! I'll be so happy if you'll
marry me."
The wedding took place shortly after and,
from that day on, the young Prince would have nothing
but roses in his gardens. And that's why, to this day,
the castle is known as the Castle of the Rose.
market, he asked each of his three daughters what she
would like as a present on his return. The first
daughter wanted a brocade dress, the second a pearl
necklace, but the third, whose name was Beauty, the
youngest, prettiest and sweetest of them all, said to
her father:
"All I'd like is a rose you've picked
specially for me!"
When the merchant had finished his
business, he set off for home. However, a sudden storm
blew up, and his horse could hardly make headway in
the howling gale. Cold and weary, the merchant had
lost all hope of reaching an inn when he suddenly
noticed a bright light shining in the middle of a
wood. As he drew near, he saw that it was a castle,
bathed in light.
"I hope I'll find shelter there for the
night," he said to himself. When he reached the door,
he saw it was open, but though he shouted, nobody came
to greet him. Plucking up courage, he went inside,
still calling out to attract attention. On a table in
the main hall, a splendid dinner lay already served.
The merchant lingered, still shouting for the owner of
the castle. But no one
came, and so the starving merchant sat down to a
hearty meal.
Overcome by curiosity, he ventured
upstairs, where the corridor led into magnificent
rooms and halls. A fire crackled in the first room and
a soft bed looked very inviting. It was now late, and
the merchant could not resist. He lay down on the bed
and fell fast asleep. When he woke next morning, an
unknown hand had placed a mug of steaming coffee and
some fruit by his bedside.
The merchant had breakfast and after
tidying himself up, went downstairs to thank his
generous host. But, as on the evening before, there
was nobody in sight. Shaking his head in wonder at the
strangeness of it all, he went towards the garden
where he had left his horse, tethered to a tree.
Suddenly, a large rose bush caught his eye.
Remembering his promise to Beauty, he bent
down to pick a rose. Instantly, out of the rose
garden, sprang a horrible beast, wearing splendid
clothes. Two bloodshot eyes, gleaming angrily, glared
at him and a deep, terrifying voice
growled: "Ungrateful man! I gave you shelter, you ate
at my table and slept in my own bed, but now all the
thanks I get is the theft of my favorite flowers! I
shall put you to death for this slight!" Trembling
with fear, the merchant fell on his knees before the
Beast.
"Forgive me! Forgive me! Don't kill me!
I'll do anything you say! The rose wasn't for me, it
was for my daughter Beauty. I promised to bring her
back a rose from my journey!" The Beast dropped the
paw it had clamped on the unhappy merchant.
"I shall spare your life, but on one
condition, that you bring me your daughter!" The
terror-stricken merchant, faced with certain death if
he did not obey, promised that he would do so. When he
reached home in tears, his three daughters ran to
greet him. After he had told them of his dreadful
adventure, Beauty put his mind at rest immediately.
"Dear father, I'd do anything for you!
Don't worry, you'll be able to keep your promise and
save your life! Take me to the castle. I'll stay there
in your place!" The merchant hugged his daughter.
"I never did doubt your love for me. For
the moment I can only thank you for saving my life."
So Beauty was led to the castle. The Beast, however,
had quite an unexpected greeting for the girl. Instead
of menacing doom as it had done with her father, it
was surprisingly pleasant.
In the beginning, Beauty was frightened of
the Beast, and shuddered at the sight of it. Then she
found that, in spite of the monster's awful head, her
horror of it was gradually fading as time went by. She
had one of the finest rooms in the Castle, and sat for
hours, embroidering in front of the fire. And the
Beast would sit, for hours on end, only a short
distance away, silently gazing at her. Then it started
to say a few kind words, till in the end, Beauty was
amazed to discover that she was actually enjoying its
conversation. The days passed, and Beauty and the
Beast became good friends. Then one day, the Beast
asked the girl to be his wife.
Taken by surprise, Beauty did not know what
to say. Marry such an ugly monster? She would rather
die! But she did not want to hurt the feelings of one
who, after all, had been kind to her. And she
remembered too that she owed it her own life as well
as her father's.
"I really can't say yes," she began
shakily. "I'd so much like to..." The Beast
interrupted her with an abrupt gesture.
"I quite understand! And I'm not offended
by your refusal!" Life went on as usual, and nothing
further was said. One day, the Beast presented Beauty
with a magnificent magic mirror. When Beauty peeped
into it, she could see her family, far away.
"You won't feel so lonely now," were the
words that accompanied the gift. Beauty stared for
hours at her distant family. Then she began to feel
worried. One day, the Beast found her weeping beside
the magic mirror.
"What's wrong?" he asked, kindly as always.
"My father is gravely ill and close to
dying! Oh, how I wish I could see him again, before
it's too late!" But the Beast only shook its head.
"No! You will never leave this castle!" And
off it stalked in a rage. However, a little later, it
returned and spoke solemnly to the girl.
"If you swear that you will return here in
seven days time, I'll let you go and visit your
father!" Beauty threw herself at the Beast's feet in
delight.
"I swear! I swear I will! How kind you are!
You've made a loving daughter so happy!" In reality,
the merchant had fallen ill from a broken heart at
knowing his daughter was being kept prisoner. When he
embraced her again, he was soon on the road to
recovery. Beauty stayed beside him for hours on end,
describing her life at the Castle, and explaining that
the Beast was really
good and kind. The days flashed past, and at last the
merchant was able to leave his bed. He was completely
well again. Beauty was happy at last. However, she had
failed to notice that seven days had gone by.
Then one night she woke from a terrible
nightmare. She had dreamt that the Beast was dying and
calling for her, twisting in agony.
"Come back! Come back to me!" it was
pleading. The solemn promise she had made drove her
to leave home immediately.
"Hurry! Hurry, good horse!" she said,
whipping her steed onwards towards the castle, afraid
that she might arrive too late. She rushed up the
stairs, calling, but there was no reply. Her heart in
her mouth, Beauty ran into the garden and there
crouched the Beast, its eyes shut, as though dead.
Beauty threw herself at it and hugged it tightly.
"Don't die! Don't die! I'll marry
you . . ." At these words, a miracle took place. The
Beast's ugly snout turned magically into the face of a
handsome young man.
"How I've been longing for this moment!"
he said. "I was suffering in silence, and couldn't
tell my frightful secret. An evil witch turned me into
a monster and only the love of a maiden willing to
accept me as I was, could transform me back into my
real self. My dearest! I'll be so happy if you'll
marry me."
The wedding took place shortly after and,
from that day on, the young Prince would have nothing
but roses in his gardens. And that's why, to this day,
the castle is known as the Castle of the Rose.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Honestly, I'm not even sure of who I really am anymore. I assure you, I'm constantly learning more about myself but am nowhere close to seeing who I really am. i'm different from most of my friends and i know that. i don't know where my life will take me. but i know God will put me in the right path.
Monday, July 6, 2009
I wish that
All I know is that you're so nice, You're the nicest thing I've seen. I wish that we could give it a go, See if we could be something.
I wish I was your favourite girl, I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish I was your favourite smile, I wish the way that I dressed was your favourite kind of style.
I wish you couldn't figure me out, But you always wanna know what I was about. I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset, I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met.
I wish you had a favourite beauty spot that you loved secretly, 'Cos it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see. Basically, I wish that you loved me, I wish that you needed me, I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three.
I wish that without me your heart would break, I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake. I wish that without me you couldn't eat, I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.
All i know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen I wish that we could see if we could be something ...
Sunday, July 5, 2009
dont tell me the sky is the limit, when there are footprints on the moon
I knew you weren't gay,
you're too innocent to be one.
you're too innocent to be one.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Fractures in the facade of your porcelain beauty
Yesterday, i watched what dreams may come,
and I start to believe in soul mates.
What the fuck right ?
Why do I even believe in fucking soul mates when i dont even believe in fucking love.
Soul mates ?
Don't you think it's impressive.
Does soul mates really exist.
Who would even love anybody forever ?
For instance me,
I would really want a soul mate.
Someone i could like hold on to, FOREVER .
Forever is a long time, isn't it ?
But still,
I dont think love exist in me anymore.
I am purely blank.
I am heartless.
I don't feel anything.
I just want a soul mate.
Who isn't afraid of forever.
and there's no such thing right ?
How harsh
and I start to believe in soul mates.
What the fuck right ?
Why do I even believe in fucking soul mates when i dont even believe in fucking love.
Soul mates ?
Don't you think it's impressive.
Does soul mates really exist.
Who would even love anybody forever ?
For instance me,
I would really want a soul mate.
Someone i could like hold on to, FOREVER .
Forever is a long time, isn't it ?
But still,
I dont think love exist in me anymore.
I am purely blank.
I am heartless.
I don't feel anything.
I just want a soul mate.
Who isn't afraid of forever.
and there's no such thing right ?
How harsh
Girls are like phones. We love to be held, talked too but if you press the wrong button you'll be disconnected!
By the way.
What do you call a person who diets and eats a lot ?
(Farts)*
I swear that wasn't me
What do you call a person who diets and eats a lot ?
(Farts)*
I swear that wasn't me
My new pet.
Name:Ceasar TittsSpecies: Zombie or whatever you name it.
Favorite food:Hawaiian pizza
Hobby: Watch tele.
Age: Unknown.
Price: I know you won't believe this, but this cute thing is totally FREE !
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
you never know whats coming for you child.
if you're feeling drunk put your hands in the air, and if you're tryna fuck put your hands in the air, now say "i'm fucked up, i'm fucked up. i'm tryna fuck, i'm tryna fuck." shots, patron on the rocks and i'm ready for some shots. the women come around everytime i'm pouring shots. their panties hit the ground everytime i give em shots, so cups in the air, everybody lets take shots. i'm fucked upp.
Have you realized ?
Even after all this time the sun never says to the earth, "you owe me" look what happens with a love like that, it lights up the sky.
TRANSFORMERS
Transformers was not bad,
I'm not really into robots,
but it was ok. 7/10
I still prefer Star Wars.
I'm not really into robots,
but it was ok. 7/10
I still prefer Star Wars.
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