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Phanerozoic lately i've had a certain thought stuck in my brain,
the thought of how easily i can change my fate.
retrospectives play and replay a silly habit embedded in me
like fossils rested in subsoil,
like little insects trapped in golden amber,
like gems cased in by stone:
i wait until its too late to open up.
by then, i've just learned to make myself comfortable.
i imagine how beautiful i could be if i opened up like gardenia.
i make promises to myself that things will be different next year,
This Is Why You Are Loved Dear Someone,
You are the one who has sat alone--the one who felt misunderstood. You are the one who smiled but found nothing in return. You are the one who wanted to speak, but could never find the courage. You are the one who had few you called friends, but treasured them more than all the riches in the world. You are the one who has been hurt, time and time again; yet somehow, manage to push forward. You are the one who has cried a thousand tears and felt a thousand pains—all to hide it behind a façade that you have perfected. You are the one who felt ugly, unwanted, and cold.
But, you are loved.
The True Gospel of Jesus ChristTrue believers, you are release from eternal death and fear. Rejoice and be glad!
Inasmuch then as the children have partaken of flesh and blood, He Himself likewise shared in the same, that through death He might destroy him who had the power of death, that is, the devil, and release those who through fear of death were all their lifetime subject to bondage. (Hebrews 2:14, 15 NKJV)
So when this corruptible has put on incorruption, and this mortal has put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written: “Death is swallowed up in victory.” “O Death, where is your sting? O Hades, where is you
Why Couldn't You Have Been An Ass?Friend Mole:
Your birthday was coming, and so my fate was sealed. For you see, us humans have this corny tradition of gifting people the day they came out of their mom’s womb. That same day, the doctor gave us our first spanking; we celebrate that too. Don’t think we value the existence of all our fellow men equally, though; we only gift those people we give a damn about.
That’s where your sin resides. You’re a great fellow, much to my bad luck, and I was emotionally cursed to give you something. Now, if I had been blessed with the gift of drawing, I could have drawn us both donning birthday sombreros, drunk out of
Fuck The Love Cap. 6 Vuelve Conmigo
- Al día siguiente, Cadence se levanta, con sueño… porque era Lunes D:< -
Cadence: Adfsga… lo bueno es que yo no voy a la escuela lalala (8) (??
Natasha: Cadence… estamos de vacaciones (?
Cadence: ¿Enserio? – Revisa el calendario – oh cierto (?
Natasha: Y Cadence… ehm… ¿salimos a tomar un café? C:
Cadence: Natasha… ¿Estás haciendo que me sienta mal de nuevo carajo?
Natasha: -Searching- uh… neh, que importa vístete (?
Cadence: ¿Para qué?
Natasha: Solo… tu cámbiate (?
- Cadence se cambia, y Natasha
Dear Society...Dear Society,
I'm writing because as of late, I have been feeling a bit ashamed of myself. I've been neglecting you and your own feelings so very heavily. Yes, I know.. Perhaps my time to repent has past and I've officially been announced an outcast, but I plead to you with sincerity in my heart, I need your advice on how best to please you and your specific ideals. After all, I don't want to be an outcast or a disappointment. No one likes seeing an untouchable in the streets and I really should be trying harder to make you satisfied rather than worrying about what I want. I mean, why bother with that, when I can have your approval? That sho
My Libyan Civil War Neutral Note to School IdiotsDear
Just because I draw a picture of Gaddafi with a R.I.P doesn't mean I am Pro-Gaddafi! So Shut the F**K up, so you guys think I give a F**KING damn about the Libyan Civil War? Well no! Ever since the Libyan Civil War started I am completely neutral. And You can't force me to take sides okay? I'm not with the F**KING rebels or the Damn Government of Libya!?!!?
So stop giving me a S**tstorm on my view of Socialism! Just because I like that economic system you don't have to give me harsh comments on it. Yes I know Gaddafi comment several crimes against humanity but they is some parts of him which is positive!
Just because I draw a Memorial
What, you love maths?!Tuesday, May 7
National Teacher Appreciation Day 2013
We all have teachers that we either love or hate. We have teachers that aggravate us and wish that we did not have to go to school, but at the same time, we have the teachers that put a warmth in our hearts and balance out the hate we have towards school. Although I did not publicly wish my maths teacher a happy teacher's day and I know that it is perhaps a tad bit late, this is my thank you letter.
To my maths teacher of three years,
Contrary to those that absolutely hate maths, I have actually always been quite neutral to the subject. I did not hate it, but neither did I love it. I wi
Let me get this straight, I'm bad at this. It's extremely hard for me to say any of my feelings to anyone, even verifying it to myself. But somehow, all the stress expressing my feelings like some love struck poet go away when I just think of you. Yeah. That's right. I like you. I've liked you for a long time. It's just I pushed that thought away thinking I'd have no chance with you. Well, I guess this is the right time to tell you how I really feel.
Let's start with my first impression on you. It was ninth grade; first week of band. We were getting to know everybody and stuff. I looked around the room and saw a bunch of people I didn't know. I was talking to some friends and they pointed out you. My first impression wasn't all that great. You had long hair back then, so you kind of looked funny. I was skeptical about you. I thought you wouldn't like me at all. You seemed like a decent guy, just not the one I'd ever be friends with. Ninth grade went by without us ever t
Three words that are sooooo trThree words that are sooooo true am sorry to say them but
Derp derp derp sobsobsosnb :(::::::::
Wow I really need to ventMy mother is all bitchy and on a cleaning rampage, she's screaming at me because I forgot to wipe off the sink knobs and sweep. Well, I didn't really forget to sweep, I was just sitting outside on the porch steps to try and get some peace and quiet, and I was gonna come back inside and sweep as soon as I calmed down. Why was I trying to calm down you ask? Because, you know those people that are always smiling? Laughing? Cheering everyone up? Those people that will come up behind you and hug you and laugh when you scream because they scared the ever living shit out of you? Yeah, I have one of those friends. She seems like a pretty happy person
A letter from the past A letter from the past
Written by me exactly one year ago and answered by me in the present. Present me is in bold and is answering my past self’s questions
Dear future me,
How have I been?
Eh not bad, could be worse
I've been pretty good, 11th grade is almost over. I'm gonna miss me Senior Friends though...
You and me both, but we got over it
Whats it like being a senior?
Awesome, get the perks and the knowledge of knowing you're almost done!
Whats it like knowing high school is finally behind you?
Truthfully, a little scarey. Its all i've known for so many years its gonna be weird not going anymore
Did I ever catch t
Happy Birthday Topic: Deep BluHappy Birthday
Topic: Deep Blue May 16, 2013
First, I want to say I love you and miss you so very much. You left us much too soon.
Julie, Linda and I are taking this so hard. How do you lose your Mother and not hurt or
fall apart. I hope that heaven knows what a wonderful person they took away from us and just how much we are hurting because of it. I hope you find a way back to let us know you are ok.
Second, today is your Birthday. I decided to make you a cake. Jules and Sis said they would not make cakes because they could hear you now saying how fat all that cake would make you, lol. So we are each doing our own thing in hon
Something to RememberDear Diary,
I’m not really feeling like my normal self today. Not really chipper, happy, cheerful… But instead, I feel torn, sad, and depressed. You see, my friend, I learned about a special person not too long ago. Their name you ask? Well, I’m talking about Brian N. Hoeflinger.
According to a site I was given, this young man was in a tragic accident on February 2nd, 2013. Cause of death? The infamous murderer known as drunk driving. Little did he know, that first time drinking would be his very last.
I never knew Brian. We don’t live in the same state. What I do know is that he was 18 years old, and a great perso
BilLiz [par-4]Bueno, de vuelta en mi iglú
Yo: *dormida* Ikuto tsukiyomi......... Edward Elric.......... Adam Young *sigo dormida*
Cuando de repente entra alguien a mi cuarto
Yo: *me despierto y enciendo la luz* Miguel?? What???
Miguel: aaaah, holis?
Yo: que haces acá, en mi iglú, en mi habitación
Miguel: bueno, este, aaaahm...... mira allá es una araña
Yo: donde, las adoro
Miguel: no eres normal.... las chicas odian a las arañas
Yo: soy diferente y que???
Miguel: que es extraño e ilógico
Yo: por cierto, responde ¬_¬
Miguel: pero mira a la estúpida araña
Yo: para que??? para echarme, no se, algo asqueroso, feo y/o aterrador???
Miguel: tal vez?
Dear SantaDear Santa,
My Mami once told me that you'd bring presents to good kids. Well, I've been good. I worked hard in school. I helped my family and friends. I didn't cause trouble, and helped anyone that was in trouble. I remember before, I sent your letters with the stuff I wanted, but this year is different Santa. This year I'm not making my big sister write the letter for me, because this year I want my present to be a surprise for her too.
So please hear me out Santa. Maybe I could have been a better kid. Maybe I could have behaved more and tried harder in school. I was good though because I did listen to my parents a lot of the times and I
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More