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Taste is a fickle thing. I have, in the past met people in social circles, and although, as mentioned in another Blog, I am still single and Unmarried.
Every Pot has its Lid, it is said, and some pots have the wrong lid, I agree, but I am a pot that has never had that lid.
Sometimes I look at the stars and think, "I'm so small. I'm simply a speck of dust compared to the moon, or the sky." And yet I am here, I'm alive. I can love, I can breathe, I can live. I am Me.
...It's my Birthday!!.
Sometimes I stand in a room full of people, and yet I feel totally alone..
It's not that I don't like you or anything... it's just that I hope you get fingered by Wolverine..
I am shocked. I should've known..
I am shocked. I should've known..
"I am still learning." -Michelangelo, aged 81..
I just spent the last three hours talking to the guy I like about his crush....
Hey guys, so basically I write Jelena fan-fiction. If you don't know who Jelena are you must live under a rock ;) Anyway it's Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez's couple name :).
Some things will always be inexplicably connected to him, caught up in his very existence.
I don't understand this world. So I'd rather live in mine!.
Most of it isn't - it is washing over me, much like the rain this week..
I'm not noble, I'm a mess. They say I'm good, because I understand. I tell them, "It's also a curse, that I can..
Dinner when I get home. Please don't make me eat....
I want to reach the top 250 on Opuss. It's unlikely it'll happen - there are so many brilliant, witty, intellectual people on here that I pretty much don't have a chance.
A lot of people say that I'm not a Slytherin, including some of my closest friends. Which I suppose says something about what kind of person I am..
They say music is universal regardless of language and whoever that is, it can't be more true for me right now. "If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this...".
I like chicks, not dicks..
I awoke early and felt an immense need to confess my sins. Immediately I felt an overwhelming presence and I thanked the lord in tears knowing that everything was going to work out fine.
Writing this blog is therapy for me, putting things down in black and white gets it all out of my system, all the hurt, pain and misery.
I woke up to the sound of cats fighting, my head thumping from the excess of beer I had the previous night.
Pressure. A word with the power to break someone. Pressure from friends. Pressure from classmates. Pressure from teachers. Pressure from myself. I am not broken yet.