Countdown.
your something special. something different. a forever is an iternity. Even though people act as though everything will last , that everything can last it doesnt mean it will. Every passing day is a day that can change your life, its something that can make things better or make things worse, but with every passing day there is one less day to follow your dreams, go for what you want and make things come true. Im just wandering what that thing is, how do you find out that it's the one thing you want to follow , you want to put ur heart into , what you want to life for ? i know that some things that make me feel better , are seeing a suprise of joy on a child's face. Hearing someone truly laugh just because they are happy, walking down the street seeing two people holding each other and you just being able to tell there in love. Things like that are the things that make people's life worth wild, those are the things that make sense to follow. your something special, your something different, your something unique. And i make no sense.
A passion is something that we as humans can not resist. We give into temptation, that only ends up setting us up for pain.
Our accidents are what set things in motion. And we have to life with that.
A wall is just a wall, a divider. Find your Blank canvas.
Our accidents are what set things in motion. And we have to life with that.
A wall is just a wall, a divider. Find your Blank canvas.
ett par trosor i krämvit spets som åkte av när solen gick ner.
Tyst trippandes över parkettgolvet. Vet exakt vilka plankor som knarrar. Hon går på tå. Hennes hår är rufsigt efter att de har lekt under täcket till solnedgången och italiensk musik i bakgrunden. Hon öppnar kylen med stor koncentration, sticker försiktigt in en hand för att snabbt ta ut vad hon letat efter. Hon häller upp mjölk i ett litet glas med en spricka i kanten (en studentpresent från mormor). Dricker små snabba klunkar på stående fot och sedan så tyst som möjligt tillbaka till sängen. Sommarnätter är så korta och solen är redan på väg upp, lyser in mellan de tunna gardinerna. Hon är tyst för hon ville inte väcka han som sover i hennes säng. Står kvar och tittar på det som är hennes.
Sängen som hon har haft så länge hon kan minnas. Påslakanen hon fick av sin mamma i födelsedagspresent. Nallen som aldrig blivit ren från alla mascarafläckar. Ett par trosor i krämvit spets vid sängkanten som åkte av när solen gick ner. Han, som ligger där mitt i allt det andra. Han som är så mycket finare än allt det andra. Som luktar så mycket godare och smakar så mycket bättre.
Hon kryper ner bredvid och lägger sig med huvudet nära nära. Drar pekfingret över hans ögonbryn och lyssnar till hans lugna andetag. Drar sin kind längst hans skäggstubb och pussar honom försiktigt på näsan. Sen lägger hon sig på honom med all sin kraft och börjar skratta när han plötsligt kittlar henne i magen, han var visst vaken.
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Sängen som hon har haft så länge hon kan minnas. Påslakanen hon fick av sin mamma i födelsedagspresent. Nallen som aldrig blivit ren från alla mascarafläckar. Ett par trosor i krämvit spets vid sängkanten som åkte av när solen gick ner. Han, som ligger där mitt i allt det andra. Han som är så mycket finare än allt det andra. Som luktar så mycket godare och smakar så mycket bättre.
Hon kryper ner bredvid och lägger sig med huvudet nära nära. Drar pekfingret över hans ögonbryn och lyssnar till hans lugna andetag. Drar sin kind längst hans skäggstubb och pussar honom försiktigt på näsan. Sen lägger hon sig på honom med all sin kraft och börjar skratta när han plötsligt kittlar henne i magen, han var visst vaken.
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I make mistakes. I have regrets. I hate being alone. I’m always late. I hate school. I never call anyone back. I don’t like being wrong. I’m a huge procrastinator. I act like I’m a lot tougher than I am. I hate being ignored. I cry. I’m shy. I get annoyed by people too easily. I have enemies. I can’t sing. I have horrible balance. I laugh really obnoxiously. I can’t trust anyone with my life. Many things just seem to get to me. I’m not perfect. But the beauty of it is that I don’t care.
Half-wit, I will conclude. Things to worry about: Worry about courage
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship Things not to worry about:
Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions
Things to think about:
What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
With dearest love…
Worry about cleanliness
Worry about efficiency
Worry about horsemanship Things not to worry about:
Don’t worry about popular opinion
Don’t worry about dolls
Don’t worry about the past
Don’t worry about the future
Don’t worry about growing up
Don’t worry about anybody getting ahead of you
Don’t worry about triumph
Don’t worry about failure unless it comes through your own fault
Don’t worry about mosquitoes
Don’t worry about flies
Don’t worry about insects in general
Don’t worry about parents
Don’t worry about boys
Don’t worry about disappointments
Don’t worry about pleasures
Don’t worry about satisfactions
Things to think about:
What am I really aiming at?
How good am I really in comparison to my contemporaries in regard to:
(a) Scholarship
(b) Do I really understand about people and am I able to get along with them?
(c) Am I trying to make my body a useful instrument or am I neglecting it?
With dearest love…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8y0VaztKu50 - Emii .. "magic."
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DrX8AFIQao - Train .. "Hey, soul sister"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DrX8AFIQao - Train .. "Hey, soul sister"
Live your life with a smile on your face , love in your heart , a good feeling in the gut and pleasure with everything.
Even if you feel like screaming becuase of your friends or family, even if you have been heartbroken and feel like it wont ever go away, even if you feel shit about that science test you havent gotten back yet or if your going through something a bit tuff, and dont be afraid to let things please you and make you feel good even when your feelings bad.
Listen to that emo music and cry your eyes out
leave the house with black eyeliner or ful of hot pink lipstick and barbie doll look
make yourself to how you want to be
be comfutable in your own skin and dont let other bring you down.
what those people think is not important.
be you own person and dont live up to what people expect or how they feel that society should be
thats just f***ing boringggg .
Even if you feel like screaming becuase of your friends or family, even if you have been heartbroken and feel like it wont ever go away, even if you feel shit about that science test you havent gotten back yet or if your going through something a bit tuff, and dont be afraid to let things please you and make you feel good even when your feelings bad.
Listen to that emo music and cry your eyes out
leave the house with black eyeliner or ful of hot pink lipstick and barbie doll look
make yourself to how you want to be
be comfutable in your own skin and dont let other bring you down.
what those people think is not important.
be you own person and dont live up to what people expect or how they feel that society should be
thats just f***ing boringggg .
