If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied,
Illuminate the 'no's on their 'vacancy' signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks,
Then I'll follow you into the dark.
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So what if you can see the darker side of me?
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,tame.
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
Hedonist, headbanger, heathen.
Sapphic, self-sustainable, smart (enough).
Musical, melancholic, me.
Twisted, tempremental,
Determined, decided, disjointed.
Fast, fierce, free.
That's me in a nutshell, if I could fit into one anyway.
Who can tell me what love is?
I wish you could.
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-sweetmilitia
one of the most brutally, explicitly fxcked-up and honest people ever, seriously. next to Cozad and Lin. but yeah. it really reminded me of Ash.
ah well.
this morning i woke up, and my mom held up an orange to my face and told me how it looked like a boob.
and the weird thing is, it DID look like a boob.
that started my day off.
last night.
long conversation with a girl i care about so much... unexpectedly. i never thought i'd be someone to confide in, seeing as she has so many friends but well, i'm surprised. and okay, like EVERYTHING came out the second she asked me how i was. it wasn't supposed to, but it did.
S called me 'real' that day. in the sense that, i feel hate and jealousy and love and happiness and admiration, all without ever hiding it. but the thing is, i do hide it. selectively. for example, i can't express hate to Bash, or worry to Prar, or love to Ben, because it's just not right. few people can see me for who i really am, and i like it that way. one point of time, basically i was transparent - invisible - whatever. but i learn fast, and i did learn.
reading sweetmilitia's blog, i realise we have alot in common.
it's almost uncanny.
we seem to think similarly.
but i'm not that morbid (anymore).
funnily, i don't even miss her.
for someone i've known for what, 6 years, i don't even care if she calls or not.
this is weird.
but i guess the moral zeitgeist is shifting again.
so what if you can see the darker side of me?
gah, i seriously hate weekend homework, i mean nobody even goes through them anyway.
blech oh SHXT I OWE NICO HIS SONG.
okay, seeyoulater (:
there's always that one person that will always have your heart
you never see it coming, cause you're blinded from the start
ooh, baby
know that you're that one for me.
Basecodes: Detonatedlove
Image: Ohhspontaneityy
Brushes: Moargh, Aethereality
Font: Dafont
Image host: Photobucket
Scripts: Dynamic Drive
6:31 AM, Monday, February 18, 2008
"If I could say what I wanted to say, you all wouldn't believe my life."-sweetmilitia
one of the most brutally, explicitly fxcked-up and honest people ever, seriously. next to Cozad and Lin. but yeah. it really reminded me of Ash.
ah well.
this morning i woke up, and my mom held up an orange to my face and told me how it looked like a boob.
and the weird thing is, it DID look like a boob.
that started my day off.
last night.
long conversation with a girl i care about so much... unexpectedly. i never thought i'd be someone to confide in, seeing as she has so many friends but well, i'm surprised. and okay, like EVERYTHING came out the second she asked me how i was. it wasn't supposed to, but it did.
S called me 'real' that day. in the sense that, i feel hate and jealousy and love and happiness and admiration, all without ever hiding it. but the thing is, i do hide it. selectively. for example, i can't express hate to Bash, or worry to Prar, or love to Ben, because it's just not right. few people can see me for who i really am, and i like it that way. one point of time, basically i was transparent - invisible - whatever. but i learn fast, and i did learn.
reading sweetmilitia's blog, i realise we have alot in common.
it's almost uncanny.
we seem to think similarly.
but i'm not that morbid (anymore).
funnily, i don't even miss her.
for someone i've known for what, 6 years, i don't even care if she calls or not.
this is weird.
but i guess the moral zeitgeist is shifting again.
so what if you can see the darker side of me?
gah, i seriously hate weekend homework, i mean nobody even goes through them anyway.
blech oh SHXT I OWE NICO HIS SONG.
okay, seeyoulater (:
there's always that one person that will always have your heart
you never see it coming, cause you're blinded from the start
ooh, baby
know that you're that one for me.