Clear head,
Life ahead.
It’s time I was king now
Not just one more pawn.
Life ahead.
It’s time I was king now
Not just one more pawn.
“
This is it, boys
This is war
What are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
This is war
What are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
“
| — | Fun. |
Sweet freedom whispered in my ear
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye…
You’re a butterfly
And butterflies are free to fly
Fly away, high away, bye bye…
“
| — | E. J. |
Today I watched a woman count on her fingers the number of years since she and her husband have held hands.
FIVE. FIVE YEARS.
I’m sorry you guys, but I really don’t get this whole marriage thing. It just seems to me like an invitation for the mundane. And my abandonment complex doesn’t really help either.
My family thought of me as independent to the extreme, with a private streak as wide as my conflicting need to be told I was loved, which according to my mother was considerable. From the time I could walk and talk, there’d be days when I’d get under her feet while she was making dinner and pull on her shirt every handful of minutes or so and say, “I love you, Mommy,” and then wait like an anxious dog until she’d reply, “I love you too.
“
| — | Terry Galloway |
Cheesy x 83927219; Ellie is happy now.
Remember that girl who chain smoked and binge drank and failed her classes and had eating disorders, who ran away from everything and hurt all the people she loved the most?
Well, she grew up. And she figured herself out and she got her shit together. Most people she knew abandoned her, but five people were there with her through everything. And now she’s ready to conquer the world.
You guys, if you’re going through a bad time right now, I promise it will get better one day. It takes a lot of time, and it leaves you desperate and fragile. But I promise that people have the power to change, and that all this shitty stuff you’re going through is eventually going to teach you a lot and make you a better person. It sounds pretty damn annoying and cliche, but it’s coming from a person who has gone through it and who has finally emerged at the end of the tunnel.
Peace out 2011; you kicked my ass but now I’m stronger than ever.
#firstworldproblems
All day I’ve heard incessant complaints about how your phone isn’t new enough, your internet isn’t fast enough, your job isn’t fun enough. I am so, so, so disgusted.
Some people can’t afford to eat. Some people have lost their entire family to AIDS, or suffer from it themselves. Some children can’t go to school.
And every morning, we rise from our cozy beds, buy our $4 lattes, attend our high-paying jobs or our expensive secondary education, and drive around in our gas-guzzling vehicles. We watch spoiled rich people bicker with each other on Jersey Shore and Real Housewives of Beverly Hills. (Guilty.)
I wish we could get our heads on straight, and truly appreciate every moment of our charmed lives. And I wish we did more to help those who don’t have one.
