equals 10 million seconds of a free-spirited feeling of young love =P
him: I've been wondering wats with the -___- thing?
her: its hard to explain haha..just imagine my face looking like that LOL
him: Ok..Im trying..so are they supposed to be like wrinkles? JKJK
her: No! - thats an eye and this is the mouth ___ see?! -___-
him: I was just kidding. i like to mess around with you LOL
her: now your the meany..u meany haha =P
him: Yup. but your still meaner >=(
her: am not you poophead haha..thats your new name LOL
him: Well your wrinkle face then HAHA
her: this is not a wrinkle face --> -____-...
him: then im not a poophead =P
her: ok fine. your not a poophead. =]
him: and your definitely not a wrinkle face =)
her: haha..now your being all nice cuz im not calling you poophead anymore =P
him: Dont stick ur tongue out at me missy!
her: haha I'll do what i want mister!
=P =P
=P=P
=PLOL!
him: =( im crying now bcuz your a big meany person who sticks her tongue out at me
her: DONT CRY!! =[..it makes me sad when your sad..
him: its ok..im just kidding you could never make me sad =]
her: =]..im glad..cuz you could never make me sad either =P
him: well i think its time we head to bed..=(
her: ok..we'll talk tomorrow though?
him: for sure =D..goodnight licking sleeping wrinkly face ;]
her: goodnight poophead ;]
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
going..going..you guessed it..i'm GONE.
a new feeling has reached the innermost part of her soul
a feeling she's sure she's felt before but in a way this new one leaves her with a sense of unknown
this sense of questiong keeps pulling her back to the supplier of the feeling like a powerful addicting drug
the drug isnt bad at all..in fact harmless..innocent..for now.
as she becomes lost in the feeling she's longed for all these years she starts to wonder if this could be the end of a long journey thats consumed her every thought for virtually every second of her timeless consciousness of a thing called love.
the fact that he, the supplier of this new found feeling, has become what she stays up for at night and loses much needed sleep over, has now become the single object that is responsible for the rebirth of a brighter outlook on the corrupted place they were placed in
he has awakened the previously dormant heart that she knew was meant to beat long and hard for another soul that held a paralleled heart beating for someone like her.
the motivation she has acquired from him, has provided for her the strength she needed to be herself..as she was hidden behind the bubble of fearing reality.
so she may be lost, and distracted by this so called hero of her awakened heart, but for once she's confident in herself, ready to face the world and the people that have constantly shot her down.
It is for these reasons alone that she has decided to claim herself gone from the past as she journeys on with him to a better and more fulfilling sense of belonging.
So as a message from the once broken-hearted and narrow-minded girl:
I hope I'M NEVER COMING BACK..
a feeling she's sure she's felt before but in a way this new one leaves her with a sense of unknown
this sense of questiong keeps pulling her back to the supplier of the feeling like a powerful addicting drug
the drug isnt bad at all..in fact harmless..innocent..for now.
as she becomes lost in the feeling she's longed for all these years she starts to wonder if this could be the end of a long journey thats consumed her every thought for virtually every second of her timeless consciousness of a thing called love.
the fact that he, the supplier of this new found feeling, has become what she stays up for at night and loses much needed sleep over, has now become the single object that is responsible for the rebirth of a brighter outlook on the corrupted place they were placed in
he has awakened the previously dormant heart that she knew was meant to beat long and hard for another soul that held a paralleled heart beating for someone like her.
the motivation she has acquired from him, has provided for her the strength she needed to be herself..as she was hidden behind the bubble of fearing reality.
so she may be lost, and distracted by this so called hero of her awakened heart, but for once she's confident in herself, ready to face the world and the people that have constantly shot her down.
It is for these reasons alone that she has decided to claim herself gone from the past as she journeys on with him to a better and more fulfilling sense of belonging.
So as a message from the once broken-hearted and narrow-minded girl:
I hope I'M NEVER COMING BACK..
Sunday, March 15, 2009
KARMA.
is to be blamed for my current state of mind..
"sometimes we hide in order to see who would take the time to find us."
"sometimes we hide in order to see who would take the time to find us."
Friday, March 13, 2009
Once Again..
I'm lost..lost in the ever-changing waves of my emotions and my stupid mistakes. Why are we so vulnerable to the wrongs in life. They may seem simple, but the reprocautions are all but little. I guess its time to once again evaluate myself and why I act the way I act.
Brian, that penny sure would come in handy right about now..
Brian, that penny sure would come in handy right about now..
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
ninety-two
treacherous days that stand between me and the freedom we all are in great need of..i need some motivation here people..-___-
"Cuts on paper hearts
They can be awful deep
Lips from wear and tear on different city streets
Don't all need a home, but just a place to sleep
And still she finds that every time she runs
She leaves behind another piece of her
On every city street
So I will run
Until my feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
Keep listening"
"Cuts on paper hearts
They can be awful deep
Lips from wear and tear on different city streets
Don't all need a home, but just a place to sleep
And still she finds that every time she runs
She leaves behind another piece of her
On every city street
So I will run
Until my feet don't touch the ground
And as the waves carry me out
Keep listening"
Sunday, March 8, 2009
time change
equals an inch closer to the freedom of SUMMER... long summer days at the beach with the besties...endless nights doing stuff only summer would allow..sigh..let the countdown begin:
96 days till the time of our lives begins
96 days till the time of our lives begins
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