i am so fucking sick of people not being able so stop bragging or talking about themselves. especially when you spend a bunch of time with them, and they find gay little ways to bring up everything about them during conversation.
we get it, your proud of yourself. i was proud of you too, until you couldnt shut up.
pesimisticly, the purpose of living:
to go through life thinking its better to always follow your heart, rather than your brain; then, 30 seconds after you realize that your brain has a higher iq than your heart, you die.
optmisticly, the purpose of living:
30 seconds before you die, you realize that whether you chose to follow your heart or your brain, no matter what the outcome was, you have enough confidence in yourself that you made the right choice.
how do you truly know when you can trust someone?
if ive learned anything this last year, its that very little people are
100% who they say they are, or who they lead you to believe they are.
ive always been taught that the word sorry has a lot of meaning behind it.
but where do you draw the line, between saying it and meaning it?
i love my friends, but can they really give you good advice, without having expierienced
the same things?
i always thought you could, i even tried the advice thing myself.
but now im one of them, and i dont know what to say for myself, or to them.
ive also learned that if you expect too much out of someone, theres nothing but
dissapointment at the end of the road.
but again, where do you draw the line between expecting too much, and expecting what you deserve?
can people really change?
you can change your surroundings and your appearance and your friends
and your habits and your daily routine and your hobbies.
but can you change your morals? your level of responsibility?
can a corrupted soul turn into a saint?
i believed it could happen. all it would take is effort.
putting effort into the right things, the right ideas, the right goals, the right relationships.
im not so sure of myself anymore.
deep down, everyone knows wrong from right.
but nobody can be perfectly perfect...
but these days, its like no one even tries.
prove me wrong. please.
im not the same person i was.
theres a bat
on my neck
and its a big one
and its got your number
its got mine too
and itd be quite content
to feast on you, oh my word
its crawling on my neck
then he spoke to me, "horror, horror!"
WHAT I THOUGHT IT WAS AT FIRST WASNT WHAT IT WAS AT ALL
theres a bat
on my neck
you get what you give. i wish.
you take whats been taken from you.
you are lied to and you lie back. maybe for the right reason
or maybe because sometimes people just deserve for you to
stoop to their level.
what do you deserve?
what do i deserve?
i like to think i have a general idea
of how people should be treated
i just wish more people
werent so scared of a little effort.
im sorry to say, the days of wine and roses are over.
i dont know how you blinded me with words and promises for so long.
this is the stupidest ive ever felt.
you only miss me when your drunk.
or at 2 a.m.
or when everyone else around you has someone.
you need to stop lying to me.
maybe if i grew some wings
maybe if you lost yours
auribus teneo lupum
"I hold a wolf by the ears"
A common ancient proverb, this version from Terence. Indicates that one is in a dangerous situation where both holding on and letting go could be deadly.
left side of my brain:
So you came to my rescue and kissed my cold lips;
you said "Baby I'm here. Please don't miss me like this!"
But I did, and I do, and I will, and I won't
settle for my bed that's increasingly cold.
I dream every night that you're biting my wrists;
New Orleans and vampires, I miss you like this.
I loved watching you play your piano and violin
and you loved it when I tried to sing you to bed.
You said "Baby, oh baby, please sing me to sleep!"
Man I tried and I tried not to slip out of key
but I did, like I do, so I'd stop to kiss you
but you'd already be sleeping, and I laughed cause it's cute.
I miss you.
right side of my brain:
now i know what this girls all about;
she'll hold you, fuck you, stick a gun in your mouth.
you treated me like shit.
and i loved every minute of it.
the next few weeks, months, years, i dont know.
this isnt going to be good.
you were a priority. was i an option?
Whatever you need to make you feel
Like you've been the one behind the wheel
The sunrise is just over that hill
The worst is over
Whatever I said to make you think
That loves the religion of the weak
This morning we love like weaklings
The worst is over
anyone who says tattoos arent addictive is trippin' balls. im getting a half sleeve (and at my rate, that could easily turn into a full sleeve, but for now, half is perfect). this is going to be good.
piercings, tattoos, its official. everyones parents hate me.
so what happens if you disagree with logic?
one of my life goals is to completely erase the words "food" and "drink" from my vocabulary, and replace them with "chomp" and "swig", respectively.
me + $120 + jenky ass tattoo parlor + retarded tattoo artist + 1 1/2 hours =
does anyone else remember, back in the day, when people meant what they said?
yesterday i realized that scarlet johanssen and keira knightley are the most beautiful women in existence.