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The bleakest canvas before me stretches In great swathes of salt-blue and foaming white -- True silence reigning in secretive wind That breathes salt secrets of long-dead men Past my cheek and up...
Det sorgligaste är när en person påbörjar att spela ett riktigt random spel och spelet är som en öppen bok.
Hidden your fingers are crossed. I'll sing you a song from the air, from my thoughts. I'll find, what you said was lost. Tied up in string under thousands of knots. If you would tell me your thoughts.
Its pancake day tommorrow i cant control my glee pankakes for breakfast pancakes for tea Its been so many years since i ate them (straight from the frying pan, never makes it to the plate) covered in...
#freeverseiguess #feelings We're just a bunch of coincidences strung together, But you're such a lovely coincidence. It really doesn't all make sense, but My god, I am so in love with you.
I am a student of the world I yearn to learn I walk the earth In my educational search I wrote it all down Never with a frown Enjoyment in knowledge The universe my college.
the young athlete her body broken still dreams of success her frame slouched by squats and lifts imposed in short term interest before it was fully formed.
Throat is sore Yell some more And what about money. Evan, that isn't funny. You want the vote. Don't gloat Cancers cure.
This sucks.
Hole. Deep. Wide. Chasm of dark.
My interest is in the future Because I am going to spend the rst of my life there Charles F Kettering.
Free like me. That's what I want to be. Free in my mind. All the time. Not hidden away. Speak the truth. Never afraid. Just live. Be me. Be free. If hidden away. Is a way. To say. You hate that you.
The sign of me. The sign of being free. The sign of being what you wanna fucking be. Don't do it to fit in. Do it because that's what you want to be. You want to be free. You want to be.
When I die I want to leave behind nothing only then will I feel I have lived the way I wanted to.
Small town thinking. Big time drinking. Over active fists. On these small town kids. The casual violence. Every night an ambulance. The casual racism. Is a lot like moronism.
They don't understand, why I sit by you, they don't understand, why I stay away. They think they know everything about you, they think they know why I cruelly care.
Once upon a time there was an ugly barnacle. She was so ugly, everyone died. Conclusion: I AM A BARNACLE.
My grandfather told me there was two kinds of people Those who do the work and those who take the credit He told me to try to be in the first group there is less competition By Indira Gandhi.
I'm a chocoholic. Just give me an IV. If I gotta live on something. It's chocolate I want it to be. I'm a chocoholic. I gotta have some now. All I want for Christmas. Is my own Chocolate cow.
it's like walking forward. with your eyes closed. it's like trying to turn the lights on. feeling the walls for clues. nothing to help you. except your own brain. but if you use it.
God natt allihopa.
Nu på spanska: yo me llamó Matías yo vengo de Chile. Tengo una polola. Yo tengo 13 años. Eso era todo lo que tenía que decir hoy.
"Mother, hurry up!." A swiftly sweet voice echoed behind my back.
Om världen skulle gå under eller om det kommer bli jordbävning då skulle jag älskar dig ensam Matias :) Kommer aldrig ge nån en chans så här för att sån här chansen kan jag bara ge dig älskling, jag...