1. Sometimes…

    Sometimes I feel alive
    sometimes I feel dead
    sometimes my heart hurts
    sometimes it’s all in my head

    Sometimes I feel lonely
    sometimes I need my space
    sometimes there are no problems
    sometimes I’ve got too much to face

    Sometimes things go right
    sometimes things go wrong
    sometimes I fit right in
    sometimes I just don’t belong

    Sometimes I want to laugh
    sometimes I want to cry
    sometimes I want to live
    sometimes I want to die

    Sometimes I want to face life
    sometimes I want to be gone from sight
    sometimes I want to run
    sometimes I want to fight

    Sometimes I want to sing
    sometimes I want to shout
    sometimes I know the asnwer
    sometimes I’m in doubt

    Sometimes I’m happy
    sometimes I’m sad
    sometimes I’m scared
    sometimes I’m mad

    Sometimes I want to win
    sometimes I want to lose
    sometimes I listen to music
    sometimes I watch the news

    Sometimes I make decisions
    sometimes I’m told what to do
    sometimes I find life hard
    sometimes so do you…..

    -True Pain

    Beautiful poem. Although, sometimes, we just want to go to sleep. Sounds good, considering it’s 6am and I haven’t yet.

  2. Oreos…

    …and peanut butter. What a great combination. A lot of my friends first tried this after watching Lindsey Lohan’s version of “The Parent Trap”, me among them. The only thing that could make this better is if you chased it with a tall, cool glass of milk. Sounds pretty darn good right about now.
  3. So the reason I brought this up was because I saw this beautiful picture while browsing for ear piercings. Since I said the whole ear hole thing to my mom, we have gone to Wal*Mart to get our ears pierced. I’m now thinking of getting my tragus done too. Gorgeous, eh?

    So the reason I brought this up was because I saw this beautiful picture while browsing for ear piercings. Since I said the whole ear hole thing to my mom, we have gone to Wal*Mart to get our ears pierced. I’m now thinking of getting my tragus done too. Gorgeous, eh?

  4. On the subject of ear piercings…

    My mother used to say that if people were meant to have holes in their ears they would have been born with them. When I told her that people ARE born with holes in their ears, she ignored me.
    • You: hello.
    • You: i love you.
    • Stranger: omg. i love you too.
    • You: i love you more.
    • Stranger: no, i love you more =)
    • You: i love you like a fat kid loves insisting he's just big boned
    • Stranger: but i have something to tell you.
    • Stranger: my penis doesnt exist anymore.
    • Stranger: it fell off
    • You: mine too.
    • Stranger: in the snow
    • You: mine fell into the ocean
    • Stranger: i dont really use it, but i'd really like it back.
    • You: im still fishing for mine.
    • Stranger: i'm sorrry
    • Stranger: i'll never find mine
    • Stranger: i'm sad
    • Stranger: but oh, well.
    • You: lets mourn out penises
    • Stranger: =(
    • You: =[
    • You: OK NOW LETS GO BUY NEW ONES =]
    • Stranger: yay! then we can bang
    • Stranger: alot
    • Stranger: yay for sex!
    • You: we can sword fight with our peens
    • You: * makes sword noises *
    • Stranger: that's always so fun
    • Stranger: i'd love to penis fight with you
    • Stranger: =P
    • You: totally
    • Stranger: hell, yes,
    • Stranger: now i'm gonna go eat ice cream

  7. “Practice makes perfect” is the worst lie out there. Practice will never make perfect, but it will make progress.

  9. waddap @shadesofkiara!

    (via kmoysauce) Oh hey! :D
  10. “The tide rises, the tide falls, The twilight darkens, the curlew calls; Along the sea-sands damp and brown The traveler hastens toward the town, And the tide rises, the tide falls. Darkness settles on roofs and walls, But the sea, the sea in darkness calls; The little waves, with their soft, white hands Efface the footprints in the sands, And the tide rises, the tide falls. The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls; The day returns, but nevermore Returns the traveler to the shore. And the tide rises, the tide falls.” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow  

    “The tide rises, the tide falls,
    The twilight darkens, the curlew calls;
    Along the sea-sands damp and brown
    The traveler hastens toward the town,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.
    Darkness settles on roofs and walls,
    But the sea, the sea in darkness calls;
    The little waves, with their soft, white hands
    Efface the footprints in the sands,
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.
    The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls
    Stamp and neigh, as the hostler calls;
    The day returns, but nevermore
    Returns the traveler to the shore.
    And the tide rises, the tide falls.”

    Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

     

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