I _____ Melanie.
she is ______.
she needs ______.
I want to _____ her.
she can ______.
Someday she will _______.
she reminds me of _______.
Without her _________.
she can be _______.
she is always _______.
Worst thing about her is ________.
Best thing about her is ________.
I think she should _________.
If she was an animal, she'd be a ______.
Right now, I bet she is thinking about _______.
Hannah makes me want to _______.
she probably tastes like ________.
If I could spend the day with her, i'd __________.
I'd ______ for her.
she is made of ________.
The song _____ by _____ reminds me of her.
She is the _______.
If I could be her for a day, I'd ______.
I want to give her my ________.
"the football game doesn't start until 1? then why the hell did we have to met you here at 9?"
" Lorelei must you speak like Sharon Osbourne?"
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weightless dreams,
tumbling down the bottomless ravine,
of (after)life,
who is real? what is right?
things are going wrong tonight.
we have to slow slow down.
baby we have to slow down.
your lips on mine,
wet, so wet with desire,
we are going to make this city shine tonight.
tonight- it's all we've got.
hold hold on, we're drowning in this dream,
you and me,
we're drowning in a sea
of uncontrollable doubt.
frustrations hit the roof,
while tolerance bottoms out,
boy i know,
one of us will die tonight.
(you will die tonight)
see you in the after glow of this life.
but for now, i'm drowning drowning drowning
in your empty weightless dreams,
love is not what is seems.
Life is but an empty dream!
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem.
Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!
Trust no Future, howe’er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act,—act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o’er head!
Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;
Footprints, that perhaps another,
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main,
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother,
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait."
---Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
♥ my new favorite poem. ♥
i tell you one thing. i am very sleepy. i am going to sleep all day tomorrow! i can't wait for 4:30 to get here, so i can go crash.
for when my smiles become a little too true.
back a car over our past,
because we never could make it last.
you are an infestation,
a bottom dweller who feeds on the very worst,
yet you are oblivious,
to how i feel about you.
make a bad day worse,
blow my mind
with your selfishness.
this game of back and forth is really boring me,
you were the first, but not the last,
stop trying to be in my life.
put it in drive,
so i can move forward,
life is waiting for me,
not us.
the way the light shines on your smile,
pretty much breaks my heart into.
to know there is so much i don't know,
and will never know....
there is a curse on the lips of
the last one i had.
a love that has faded away.
too much too soon,
or maybe just a little too late.
my mind has faltered too many times for me to count,
and there you stand....
unwilling to take the plunge.
life or death,
i will never know.
someone else runs the show.
jump down, spin around,
maybe a fuzzy mind will make it hard for me to remember,
you....
please let me forget what might have been.
- Location:greenville......
- Mood:
accomplished - Music:golden girls theme song
estelle getty was my absolute favorite golden girl. just so ya know.
Capturing the essence of youth, feeling everything you thought was behind you. Thinking about how young you must’ve been. Time flies, that’s a known fact, but you never thought it would happen to you. Can’t stop what is unstoppable. Hope you are ready to lose it all. Hope you are ready for the fall. Excuse me, but I really hate you now. Your words are not important, your actions even less so. Smash your head against the wall, all hope fails you. I really hate you now. But……..just leave me with one kiss, a kiss to define you in my mind. Embrace me like you’ve never done before, then leave, before my memory catches up with you.
**********************************Shoot the stars,
I don’t want to see them shine anymore.
Bright, bright, bright.
They’re just dots of hopelessness splattered across my canvas.
I paint this scene, knowing there is no return.
Darkness will consume everything I am, and everything I will be.
I succumb to my wildest dreams, and dizziest thoughts.
I succumb to the being inside me.
Fully aware of the life-altering change,
I discard all notions of my former self.
I detach from feeling alive.
I must survive. At all cost, I must survive.
You shall not destroy me.
But to say you have not affected me…
That would be ludicrous.
You have changed me completely.
Shoot the stars,
I don’t want to see them shine anymore.
I POSITIVELY LOVE THAT SHOW!
im so happy i am jumping up and down and giggling! yay!
3 hours and 37 minutes! yay!
going to find me a hobbit hole and am going into hibernation.
