| We'll live in birds and flowers and dragonflies and pine trees and in clouds |
[21 Dec 2012|11:11am] |
90% locked
I'm locking majority of my posts not because I want to conceal things I think/feel/do from everyone. I've grown to become pickier and fussier as to who I divulge myself to - especially when it comes to depressing things and personal news. You're welcome to add me if you are interested in what I have to say and offer (i.e. I post too many photos) it's not exactly an anti-people perspective, it's more of an I-wanna-be-sure-you-truly-care-about-what-I'm-saying perspective.
( Comment this entry to be added, kthx )
Besides, I'd have embraced creating a new journal if the effort necessary was somehow disassociated from the task. Sadly that lazy condition is not available, so this journal remains with restricted access. I'll gladly add you to the legions if your journal displays something beyond the touchstone "My life is so bad, blah blah blah, I have teenage angst". If you add me with entries like the aforementioned, I shall not only ridicule you behind your back, but flaunt your boggling mentality flagrantly to others. *beams*
I also possess an overabundance of sarcasm. If light mocking or bluntness of ideas/comments you've made from me are characteristics you are incapable of withstanding, adding me would be a masochistic idea on your part..
The posturing is a joke, you guys. Lighten up, develop an intellect and I'm all yours. I especially enjoy people with bizarre points of view and amusing "Interests" in their Livejournals. People I've met and spoken to before are more than welcome to add me :=8)
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[20 Jun 2009|04:39am] |
Lately, ive been listening to the same lyrics over again, rereading the same tattered books over again, dreaming of the same things over again. I’m done with temporary patches that seem to break over and over; I’m sick of useless words that pass through your ears like water slipping through my cupped hands. I’m full of excuses, I’m full of insecurities. I’m not going to do this for you anymore.
(I need to start living for me.)
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| I hope that you are alright and that your life is beautiful |
[17 May 2009|06:34pm] |
It's like the feeling you get when you wait at the mailbox for the letter that never comes, or when you dream about fruit trees and wild daisies, and the dark midnight blue sky but wake up to find out that it isn't real, nothing is real. I'm feeling a bit out of place, and it's hard to smile.
New beginnings: bright gold and silver stars sprinkled across a black velvet, sparkling; a cup of hot chocolate with little sugar coated butter cookies to match; wind that howls like wolves in the night; and waiting all night for you to call, missing you to death.
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| Mates of State |
[27 Apr 2009|11:02pm] |
Why do you keep me around?
Do I not bore you?
Why do you have faith in me?
I am sated with undying laughter, satisfied with satisfaction itself, drowsy, drowsy, drowsy, I only want to draw pictures with a hundred coloured pencils; to find I have grown a few centimeters like the tiny little centipede and to capture your incessant laughter in a bottle so that every time I feel alone, I could pull the cork out and put my ear to your lips so I can hear your smile, hear your unspoken words.
I have to try to remember that you chose me not only for my talent, but for the responsibility you have seen me take. Every bit of confidence I have comes from knowing that we are in this together.
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