wow.
I haven't been here in a while.
sometimes, i feel like the only thing i can control is the color of my nailpolish.
check... check 1, 2. alright. heregoesnothin. (nevershoutnever)
--- fear not, my heart is far from empty ---
i frequently rap-battle my brother.
i bite my necklaces.
i love photoshop. way too much.
tim wears a black shirt and his hair is always perfectly fluffed to the right. he's teaching me how to play guitar.
i own too many pink things.
my chuck taylors are tri-colored.
i love the penguins of madagascar. rico is my favorite. he pukes up random crap. i can identify, y'know?
sometimes i can't breathe.
i feel like i'm in between.
sometimes, i can't stand a happy ending.
but most of the time, i am.
Live. Laugh. Love.
(3 things we sure as hell can't live without)
-i got a pocket got a pocketful of starshine-
--- ....i rhyme sometimes... ---
"Good morning, world, and all who inhabit it." -Spongebob Squarepants.
In a bag of marbles, I'm just a plain 'ol rock.
When everyone worships celebrity, worships glamour, worships Abercrombie , polishing themselves to near perfection, I dare to be rough. I dare to be imperfect. I dare to be me.
[x]
Sometimes in a field of daisies, you feel like a weed.
But really, is it bad to be a weed? They still live and grow. In a wild and untamed way, they are beautiful and unwanted at the same time. No one appreciates their toughness, either. I mean, growing though a crack in a slab of concrete must be pretty damn tough. Especailly for a tiny little plant. Instead of this, everyone seems to notice the rather displeasing aspects of weeds. To survive they "steal" nutrients and water from other, more appreciated plants. And that's just a little unique quirk of them. I think we should see it as more of a.... business perk.
So maybe you feel like an outcast sometimes, maybe you feel a little unloved. And I support the whole "buddy system" thing - Lisa and Jenna, all day, baby, all day - but you always have yourself. Inside of you, you have more stength than you could possibly imagine.
----
"And life barrels on like a runaway train, where they passengers change, but they don't change anything. You get off, someone else can get on."
-Ben Folds
"Why is Lisa grounded? BECAUSE SHE'S A PUNK!"
"Lisa can I stroke your eye with a tazer?"
"What are they freaking turtles is it broken down DON'T LIKE TO ME!"
"SOMETHING'S WRONG!"
"That's ok, I like monkeys too."
"Well Doug's a buttface."
"THAT'S BULLSHIT!"
"UNI-BOOB!"
"But when I gave my heart to you... it was WHOLE..."
"Kids, if you have sex before marriage you WILL get AIDS and you WILL die."
Lisa: :] :] :] :]
Maureen: Ahhh!! *goes crazy and shoots bulletholes through Lisa's smileyfaces!*
Maureen: D:<
Lisa: ;O]
Lisa: see
Lisa: bullet hole!
Maureen: XD
Maureen: That looks more like a cannonball...
Lisa: shuddup.
I haven't been here in a while.
sometimes, i feel like the only thing i can control is the color of my nailpolish.
check... check 1, 2. alright. heregoesnothin. (nevershoutnever)
--- fear not, my heart is far from empty ---
i frequently rap-battle my brother.
i bite my necklaces.
i love photoshop. way too much.
tim wears a black shirt and his hair is always perfectly fluffed to the right. he's teaching me how to play guitar.
i own too many pink things.
my chuck taylors are tri-colored.
i love the penguins of madagascar. rico is my favorite. he pukes up random crap. i can identify, y'know?
sometimes i can't breathe.
i feel like i'm in between.
sometimes, i can't stand a happy ending.
but most of the time, i am.
Live. Laugh. Love.
(3 things we sure as hell can't live without)
-i got a pocket got a pocketful of starshine-
--- ....i rhyme sometimes... ---
"Good morning, world, and all who inhabit it." -Spongebob Squarepants.
In a bag of marbles, I'm just a plain 'ol rock.
When everyone worships celebrity, worships glamour, worships Abercrombie , polishing themselves to near perfection, I dare to be rough. I dare to be imperfect. I dare to be me.
[x]
Sometimes in a field of daisies, you feel like a weed.
But really, is it bad to be a weed? They still live and grow. In a wild and untamed way, they are beautiful and unwanted at the same time. No one appreciates their toughness, either. I mean, growing though a crack in a slab of concrete must be pretty damn tough. Especailly for a tiny little plant. Instead of this, everyone seems to notice the rather displeasing aspects of weeds. To survive they "steal" nutrients and water from other, more appreciated plants. And that's just a little unique quirk of them. I think we should see it as more of a.... business perk.
So maybe you feel like an outcast sometimes, maybe you feel a little unloved. And I support the whole "buddy system" thing - Lisa and Jenna, all day, baby, all day - but you always have yourself. Inside of you, you have more stength than you could possibly imagine.
----
"And life barrels on like a runaway train, where they passengers change, but they don't change anything. You get off, someone else can get on."
-Ben Folds
"Why is Lisa grounded? BECAUSE SHE'S A PUNK!"
"Lisa can I stroke your eye with a tazer?"
"What are they freaking turtles is it broken down DON'T LIKE TO ME!"
"SOMETHING'S WRONG!"
"That's ok, I like monkeys too."
"Well Doug's a buttface."
"THAT'S BULLSHIT!"
"UNI-BOOB!"
"But when I gave my heart to you... it was WHOLE..."
"Kids, if you have sex before marriage you WILL get AIDS and you WILL die."
Lisa: :] :] :] :]
Maureen: Ahhh!! *goes crazy and shoots bulletholes through Lisa's smileyfaces!*
Maureen: D:<
Lisa: ;O]
Lisa: see
Lisa: bullet hole!
Maureen: XD
Maureen: That looks more like a cannonball...
Lisa: shuddup.
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