| I don't like it when people's bedrooms are completely clean. it makes the room look empty and un lived in.
I hate spending the night at peoples houses.
i love the pictures and adventures that no one thinks are cool except for the people involved.
i love photographs and stories even if I don't know the people.
i love lyrics more than music. i love lyrics set perfectly to music better than poetry.
pretty, nice, and normal are all comparative words no matter what anyone says.
if we were all ugly, there would still be someone considered pretty.
if we were all mean, there would still be someone considered nice.
if we were all completely different, there would still be some standard of normal.
comparative.comparative.comparative. life is an effing competition all the time.
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| tell me i'm ridiculous.
i am, you know.
thinkingthinkingthinking.
question, have you ever hated certain characteristics, and then met someone that had several of them, and you loved them all on that person?
summer... very bitter sweet.
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conclusion!
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If you have your lip peirced and you want to kiss someone else with their lip peirced, make sure they have the same side peirced so that when you do kiss, you dont get hooked together. that would be a mess.
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end of conclusion!
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| The Day Van Gogh Invented Stars
To
those with eyes closed reading what is spoon fed from the bible with
rips and tears holding tight to loosened fears falling out of your
mouth appropriately with the right hint of hypocrisy hidden in the
binding that no one ever sees because no one ever
looks. It's so hard to see through painted eyes plagued with tunnel
vision. The direction is pointed out. The path is more than directed.
This way, not that way. HIS way, or no way. the choice is not yours to
make, the decision is already faked.
Close your ears but listen close,
I'll tell which way you should go. Trust me, I'm right. I'm always
right. Don't ask questions, just accept the fact I'm right. But at the
same time that I'm wrong, I have never felt so right so trust me.
I've
encoded it all here for you on this very page of blacks and grays. Where's the white? It's missing and been misplaced. I
know you don't know by the look on your face but don't show the fact that you
don't understand, that you don't believe fully, that you don't accept their
"honesty". You have a mind. You use it. You are shameful, but so
beautiful because you stand out because you stand up because you're not afraid to admit you're not right.
This truth is real. This faith is real. This
hurt and pain and fight are real. I am fraudulent. Welcome to reality, hope you dressed warmly. It's cold this time of century. |
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