Thursday, February 25, 2010

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

i'm realizing that there's a point in life when you get tired of chasing everyone and trying to fix everything.

Monday, February 22, 2010


Do or do not. There is no try.
Always Wear Sunscreen

  • Wear Sunscreen!
    If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
    The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience.
    I will dispense this advice now.

  • Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.
    Oh, never mind.
    You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked.
    You are not as fat as you imagine.
  • Don’t worry about the future.
    Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum.

  • The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

  • Do one thing every day that scares you.
  • Sing.
  • Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts.
    Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
  • Floss.
  • Don’t waste your time on jealousy.
    Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind.
    The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.
  • Remember compliments you receive.
    Forget the insults.
    If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
  • Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
  • Stretch.
  • Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life.
    The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives.
    Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
  • Get plenty of calcium.
  • Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
  • Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t.
    Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t.
    Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.
  • Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either.
    Your choices are half chance.
    So are everybody else’s.
  • Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
  • Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
  • Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
  • Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
  • Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good.
  • Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
  • Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on.
    Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
  • Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.
    Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
  • Travel.
  • Accept certain inalienable truths:
    Prices will rise.
    Politicians will philander.
    You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.
  • Respect your elders.
  • Don’t expect anyone else to support you.
    Maybe you have a trust fund.
    Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse.
    But you never know when either one might run out.
  • Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.
  • Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it.
    Advice is a form of nostalgia.
    Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
  • But trust me on the sunscreen.

-Mary Schmich

Thursday, February 18, 2010


"She couldn't ring anyone to spill her guts and seek comfort. It just wasn't what she did.
She'd always coped on her own and she knew it'd upset others if she dissolved into gooey mush.
Everyone thought that she was capable and emotionless."


Wednesday, February 17, 2010


Her laughter was a question

he wanted to spend his whole life answering.


Just know it was you all along who had a hold of my heart.
When you're not up for change yourself,
life has a way of changing for you.

How can you miss something you've never had?

I have no idea.
but it's defenitley possible.

Crazy.


Doing this crazy little thing called Lent.

It's the 40 days before Easter- a time of fasting and prayer, where one 'gives up a pleasure' for the 40 days, excluding Sundays.


My 'pleasure' or 'addiction' that I'm giving up?
....facebook....
Current cell phone account balance?
$0.00
My social life?
non-existant.

Monday, February 15, 2010

I'm not some naive little girl,
you're just lucky you met someone who gave out second chances like candy.

A Perfectly Lonely Valentine's Day.

i lived a dream.



Saturday, February 13, 2010

Me to you...


Do you ever get the feeling that we started in the middle?
Or have you ever had the sense that we've been lying, just a little?
I mean, come on, it's not like we've known ourselves that long.

I can't say I really blame you for being bored with the beginning,always staring at the score just to figure out who's barely winning, but you don't know.

there's a reason strong move slow

and I'm ok if you're ok with wasting time, but when we trace you always see the bottom line.
we are tracing,I hope you know.
we are tracing.


And if you want to know the moment I knew that I was still alone,
I found that I never learned your number, I only stored it in my phone
You'd think by now I'd know the shape of calling home.


and I'm ok if you're ok with wasting time, but when we trace you'll always see the bottom line
we are tracing, I hope you know.
we are both alone,

we are tracing.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Like the cutest guy...



The sun is like the cutest guy in school.

The golden-haired Adonis, with a well-earned repuation as a heartbreaker.
There's that delicious warmth when he turns his smile on you,
The heat when he touches your skin,
You feel better, prettier, more worthy, after spending time in his company.
But you know that it's not smart to be seduced,

that you could get burned.

When the going gets tough...


the tough go shopping.

All these emotions of mine.

Anger, she smiles towering in shiny, metallic, purple armor.
Queen Jealousy, envy waits behind her. Her fiery green gown sneers at the grassy ground
Blue, are the life-giving waters taken for granted. They quietly understand
The once happy turquoise armies lay opposite and ready, b
ut wonder why the fight is on

But they're all bold as love
Just ask the axis.

My red is so confident that she flashes trophies of war and ribbons of euphoria
Orange is young, full of daring ,but very unsteady for the first go around
My yellow in this case is not so mellow. In fact, I'm trying to say it's frightened, like me

And all these emotions of mine keep holding me from giving my life to a rainbow like you

I'm bold, bold as love.
Just ask the axis, He knows everything.
I'm bold, bold as love.

Friday, February 5, 2010

It's not you, it's me-I deserve better.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Just memories

it's gone...


the times of the past
the laughter that was shared
the tears that were seen
the friends that were made
the fights that were overcome
the heartbreaks that were felt
the infatuations that overwhelmed
the stories that were told
the gossip that was hear
the hugs that were given
the kisses that never were
the 'hello''s that were met
the 'goodbye''s that were dreaded
the present that was taken for granted
the past that is now gone
the future that isn't promised
the moments that were cherished
the memories that were made,
with the people i'll never forget


Everything that was, is gone and all that is left are just simple
memories.

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Ohh sure Summer...take your time


jokes,
hurry up.
Anything other than yes is no
Anything other than stay is go
Anything less than 'i love you' is lying.
If you see me,
keep going.






Expectations
vs.
Reality

You still write me old fashioned letters with crossed out words that you took back, like,
"Do you really miss me?"

Where I want to be...

I'm finding my way back to sanity again, though i don't really know what i'm gonna do when i get there.
Take a break, hold on tight, spin me around one more time and gracefully fall back in the arms of grace.

I'm hanging on to every word You say. And even if You don't want to speak tonight, that's alright with me; because i want nothing more than to sit outside Heaven's door and listen to you breathing, is where i want to be

I'm looking past the shadows of my mind into the truth, and i'm trying to identify the voices in my head,
God, which one's you?
Let me feel one more time what it's like to feel and break these calluses off me, one more time.

I am hanging on to every word You say
and even if You don't want to speak tonight, that's alright with me,
because i want nothing more than to sit outisde Heaven's door and listen to You breathing,
is where i want to be.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

This is not a love story..











It's a story about love.

She's All That.


watch it.

Apple tree reality.


"Girls are like apples...the best ones are at the top of the trees. The boys don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren't as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing.They just have to wait for the right boy to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree..." - Pete Wentz.
You've got some kind of nerve taking all I want.

don't worry, be happy


Rest in Peace, BobMarley.

long time lovin'.







Monday, February 1, 2010

It's almost like you had it planned.
It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said,
"Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time."


AT: "Uggghhhh...I just gained 8 pounds.."

EH: "Know what, Ally?...The right guy won't care."

A Valentine's day I'm looking forward to?..


14 days, johnny :)

justin bobby, you know.


love me cancerously, kill me romantically.

Home soon..


"Although my time here was always full of sounds and sight and people...I cannot help but feel that silence that exists between two people.

A silence that no matter where you are, it just seems to follow you...like a shadow lurking nearby, hiding amongst the places I am.

A silence that if left unattended, will just slowly get closer and closer and eventually start eating away at the goodness between two people.

Right now I try not to think too much or analzye things...I just live and let go.

It's unbelievable what three weeks can do to a person, there's just too much to describe, too much to understand.

Sometimes you just have to keep it inside and not kill it.


One thing is for certain...I will never be the same person again..."

Time to share.

i figure, maybe it's time to expand my thoughts beyond pen and paper.