Just a little something from the heart...

I see flowers where they don't belong

I know people who think they aren't strong

I believe that pretty things can grow on trees

They bloom on branches that sway in the breeze

Their roots are buried somewhere in our hearts

But what if our hearts were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep us composed,

Wither into something that will make us exposed?

I see people where they don't belong

I know humans who think they aren't strong

I believe that emotion grows in our minds

They bloom on branches of all kinds

Their roots are buried somewhere in our hearts

But what if our hearts were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep us composed,

Shatter us into something that will make us exposed?

I see one person who doesn't belong

I know she thinks she isn't strong

I believe flowers of emotion bloom in her mind

That fine bouquet flourishes on branches that make her kind

Their roots are buried somewhere deep in her heart

But what if her heart were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep her composed,

Demolish her into something that will make her exposed?

I see myself and I don't belong

I know I think I'm not strong

I believe buds of emotion blossom in my mind

Those fine buds bloom on branches that make me kind

Their roots are buried somewhere deep in my heart

But what if my heart were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep me alive,

Break me into something that wouldn't survive?

I see you and you don't belong

I know you think you're not strong

I believe roses of emotion open up in your mind

Those roses flourish on branches that make you kind

Their roots are buried somewhere deep in your heart

But what if your heart were to tear apart?

Would those roots that keep you kind,

Crack you into something that would make you blind?

today was brass monkey and masticate

i had such a good day today, no fucking joke. i'm so glad that there are just some people i can't let go, no matter how hard i try to shake them off. i'm happy that things haven't changed. touch wood.

bad romance + michael jackson's sweaty balls of fire = a fucking hilirious time :L

xD

Guilty minds, beautiful thoughts and appalling actions

memores acti prudentes futuri;

be mindful of what has been done and be aware of what will be done

Guilt: remorseful awareness of having done something wrong.

False Guilt: fake remorseful awareness of having done something wrong.

Forsaken Guilt: to give up remorseful awareness of having done something wrong.

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Tonight, I write. ;)

There's only artificial light here...

My flaws hide well here.

I used to be afraid of cluttered noises; now I'm afraid of silence

[Fill this space with idle words...]

I'm scared to death of light and silence

Jesus kill me inside this

Raise me up to live again

Like you did.

A blank or specially printed leaf at the beginning or end of a book.

I wish I had looked up sooner. It's so much brighter up there than it is down here. My faith might be fragile and not much, but it's still something. Time will build me up and tear me down again, but if that delicate wall of faith still stands, I know I'll be okay.

Now you think of saying

There's no use in praying

Still she bows her head so she can say,

"Thank you for just one more day."

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"My friend, she needs your help

She's broken,

It's true

Come heal her

Touch her heart anew

She's going to be okay too."

rose tinted spectacles

1) i need a pair of those things

2) i blame sad and bronchitis for the fact that i dont have a pair

3) i'm glad this asthma inhaler stops my wheezing.

:O

What do you turn to when alone in a hall full of mirrors?

Answer: The metal tree in the center with the noose hanging from it.

Hate can alter and change the perception of anyone

I'm so sick infected with where I live, please, let me live without this emptiness, selfishness. I'm so sick.

We're like elastic bands...

We're like elastic bands that are meant to be wound up tight just so we can finally be loose once again.

But I suppose, like elastic bands, when we're wound up too tight we might just snap and break...

Just the bang, and the clutter, as an angel hits the ground

Sometimes I can imagine my life without the people I love. I know I would never be able to function without them. But would they be able to function without me?

Can I tell you a story? As we dance while the sun starts to bleed...

Sometimes I wonder why God can't be real...

But what if He isn't up in the sky looking over us... What if He is just a figment of our imagination? But just having Him there, gives us some sort of comfort. Because if He is with through the good times and dark, it's comforting knowing that we are never alone. I like that. I like the thought of never being alone.

"Everything is possible for him who believes." - Mark 9:23

i can't take anymore fake apologies from them.

exactly.

everything's kay

...sometimes i wish i could honestly say that.

True beauty is what we crave

Life is airbrushed. I bet you can't tell which part of this woman's face I didn't edit.

There's something beautiful over there where we can't go. I'm content with where I am sometimes, but I am discontented by the lack of originality in life. There's beauty and there's love. There's pain, sadness, joy, happiness and depression. Why do we have to know everything? Why do we have to like the things that others like? Why are we condemned when we want to be different? Why do we hate? Why do we love? Sure, we know the mechanics of the human body. We know how the human mind works. But we don't know what really makes us thrive so far. Magic? God? It would be nice to believe there is some divine being in the sky looking out for us, but that just shows that how fragile the human being is. We are scared to believe that we aren't alone. We would die if we were not able to communicate. We are the beings of socialization. We just can't grasp the fact that if God doesn't really exist, are we alone?

I have what I need and anything else I crave is just being spoilt.

réponds à ma tendresse, Verse-moi, verse-moi l'ivresse

If you can look into the seeds of time,

And say which grain will grow, and which will not,

Speak.

If only someone could speak right now.

sometimes i don't want to be better and sometimes it's gone forever

this weekend was halloween and i know things are getting worse and i know its coming and i know its really gonna kill me when it happens. i'm not gonna be ready because you can't prepare for things like that. sometimes i wish things just wouldnt change. i want things to stay the way they were. because honestly, it hurts so much.