I know you don't really care about my favorite color and stuff so here's some artists that I like
All Time Low
Jimmy Eat World
Three Days Grace
Pierce the Veil
You Me at Six
We Are in the Crowd
From First to Last
Escape the Fate
Plain White T's
Fall Out Boy
Bullet for my Valentine
30 Seconds to Mars
Falling in Reverse
Sleeping With Sirens
Black Veil Brides
________________________________________________ To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room. ________________________________________________
“Imagine there is a bank account that credits your account each morning with $86,400. It carries over no balance from day to day. Every evening the bank deletes whatever part of the balance you failed to use during the day. What would you do? Draw out every cent, of course? Each of us has such a bank. Its name is time. Every morning, it credits you with 86,400 seconds. Every night it writes off as lost, whatever of this you have failed to invest to a good purpose. It carries over no balance. It allows no over draft. Each day it opens a new account for you. Each night it burns the remains of the day. If you fail to use the day’s deposits, the loss is yours. There is no drawing against “tomorrow”. You must live in the present on today’s deposits. Invest it so as to get from it the utmost in health, happiness and success. The clock is running. Make the most of today.”
Scratch that. She was pretty. Scratch that. She was beautiful. Scratch that too. She was more beautiful, Than a sunrise on a winter morning. Or a rainfall on an autumn day Where the leaves dance in the wind And fill the sky with life. More beautiful than a flower That breaks through the cracks Of a concrete garden And brings color to the air. She was more beautiful, Than any poem that's ever been written. She was beautiful. Scratch that. She still is.
untitled. ____________________________ sometimes i take a Shower with the lights off. but before i even finish showering, i turn the lights back On, because i remember how afraid of the dark i am. sometimes i go to the Airport and just sit in there for a few hours. because i like watching people Reunite. sometimes i cut my Fingernails way too short. like, down to the quicks. because it’s an odd feeling, the way my fingertips Hurt every time i touch something. sometimes i go out in public without my Shoes, because i like feeling the Real ground, not just the inside of my shoes. sometimes i re-arrange my Bedroom, but then i change it right back because everyone knows that there isn’t a single person in the world that isn’t afraid of Change. sometimes i try reading books Upside-down because i think thats what it would be like if i couldn’t Read at all. sometimes i just sit and watch the Grass grow, because we’re lucky that it even grows in the First place. sometimes i do things. sometimes i don’t.
Things You Didn't Put On Your Resumé How often you got up in the middle of the night when one of your children had a bad dream, and sometimes you woke because you thought you heard a cry but they were all sleeping, so you stood in the moonlight just listening to their breathing, and you didn't mention that you were an expert at putting toothpaste on tiny toothbrushes and bending down to wiggle the toothbrush ten times on each tooth while you sang the words to songs from Annie, and who would suspect that you know the fingerings to the songs in the first four books of the Suzuki Violin Method and that you can do the voices of Pooh and Piglet especially well, though your absolute favorite thing to read out loud i Bedtime for Frances and that you picked up your way of reading it from Glynnis Johns, and it is, now that you think of it, rather impressive that you read all of Narnia and all of the Ring Trilogy (and others too many to mention here) to them before they went to bed and on way out to Yellowstone, which is another thing you don't put onthe resumé: how you took them to the ocean and the mountains and brought them safely home. Joyce Sutphen
The first time you took off your clothes in front of me, you slid the white fabric of your blouse off your arms and revealed the pale ladders of scars. You never referenced them directly. You said you were lost, once. You said you did things, once, and you did them because they helped you survive yourself. I didn’t say anything, but you took my hand and pressed it to the ridged rows of your flesh and for every line you left upon yourself and healed, I found another reason to call you beautiful.
*in science class, teacher is calling on people to share their hypothesis* teacher| *calls on someone* them| "I think... this and this" teacher|ok *calls on someone else* them| "I think... this and this" teacher| alright *calls on me* me| "i think WE SHOULD GET TOGETHER NOW"
I Don’t Want You To Know Me STEPHANIE MARTIN I don’t want you to know that I hate chicken but secretly love chicken nuggets. I don’t want you to know that I am a sum of contradictions and hallucinations, and that I write stories in my head that never stand the chance to meet ink or paper. I don’t want you to know that I carry the weight of wanting to be something extraordinary, but am too fearful to move forward. I don’t want you to know that I play music but never consider myself a musician. I don’t want you to know that I stopped playing music because it reminded me of being with him; that my words were once only meant for his ears. And no, I don’t want that. I don’t want you to know that I stay up late at night thinking about you, or that I have to actively stop myself from thinking too much about the way you make me feel. I don’t want you to know that you scare me, because I don’t want to fall back into the hole of self loathing and dark thoughts. I know you have the ability to do that to me, and no, I really don’t want that. I don’t want to feel unworthy of your time, because I barely think I am worthy of anyone else’s either. I don’t want to feel guilty for laughing, because my mind has tricked me into thinking laugher is as fleeting as the people that come and go in my life. I don’t want to over analysis every word, or live in a constant state of self depreciation. But I am, and I have, and I don’t want that. I don’t want to explain why I am this way, or why there is a dark cloud that always looms over my thoughts. I don’t want to tell you that that they have the ability to taint every colorful memory, even that time we kissed; I can already feel the color draining from that perfect moment, and I don’t want that. But most of all, I don’t want you to leave. I don’t want to be left with my thoughts alone. I don’t want to sit in my room at 2am and cry over my illness and madness. I don’t want to hate myself for never telling you how beautiful your laugh is. I don’t want to have missed the chance of holding your steady hand, and I sure as hell don’t want anyone to do that with you. Because I want you, and every ounce of you.
Katrina Wendt Whole Stop showing You love me A little at a time. Stop saying You care Bit by bit. Stop keeping Me here For tiny pieces of time. Because I need All of you Not piece by piece. I love All of you Not just some parts of you. So love all of me All the way All the time. Or let all of me go All at once For good.