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Does anyone else really struggle with the “about me” sections of websites? I do… sometimes I find myself ranting. Then I have the urge to find some clever sentence and erase everything. Then I think it sounds cocky. Then it seems so incomplete…. Because honestly, there’s so much to a person. You can know me and really not know anything about me ,
                      cause that's all you really need to know... (in no specific order)

All time low, Silverstein, The Neighborhood, Black veil brides, Hot Chelle Rae, Mayday Parade, Eleventyseven, Hollywood undead, Chris Rene, NeverShoutNever,
Like the Stars, The Wanted, One Direction, Strata, Anabor, Conor Maynard, Ed Sheeran, Green Day, Larzz, Hopsin, Imagine Dragons, Bullet for my Valentine,
Daniel Powter, The Bigger Lights, Ten Second Epic, Metro Station, One Republic, Owl City, The Downtown Fiction, Stereo Skyline, Josh Kay, From the Rooftop,
30 Seconds to Mars, The Perfect Measure, Tenth Avenue North, Show Me the Skyline, A Summer Scene, You Me at Six, Fall Out Boy, Staind, Slipknot, Linkin Park,
One Step Away, Hunter Hayes, Taylor Swift, Three Days Grace, The Never Ever, A Day to Remember, Driver Friendly, Rise Against, Marianas Trench,
A Rocket to the Moon, Paramore, Pierce the Veil, Sum41, The Fray, Train, Yellowcard, Plain White T's, Snow Patrol, Lifehouse, Sleeping With Sirens,
Breaking Benjamin, Escape the Fate, From First to Last, Falling in Reverse, Secondhand Serenade, Simple Plan, The Script, Hinder, Passenger, Jimmy Eat World,
The White Tie Affair, Tyler Ward, Stephan Jerzak, Panic! At the Disco, Go Radio, Cute is What We Aim For, Every Avenue, Scary Kids Scaring Kids, Honours, Royal Blood, Mikky Ekko, City of Lions, Before Today, The All-American Rejects, Box car Racer, The Cab, Every Avenue, The Maine, Hawthorne Heights, Hot Chelle Rae,
Imagine Dragons, Just Surrender, Memphis May Fire, Mercy Mercedes, Parachute, The Script, A Skylight Drive, The Spill Canvas, Staind, There For Tomorrow,
We Are The In Crowd, This Century, You Me and Everyone We Know
  1. bone bone
    posted a quote
    July 5, 2014 1:58pm UTC
    something that hold you down. something that keeps you in the same place.
    a weight sailors use to help make a temporary home on the water.
    to help them stay on course; to ensure they don't drift, or go astray, or get lost.
    someone that holds you down. someone that keeps you in the same place.
    someone that gives you a home, however temporary, to stay in. someone who
    keeps you on the right path; who ensures you don't drift, or go astray, or get lost.

  2. bone bone
    posted a quote
    May 23, 2014 8:47am UTC
    “I wanted to write down exactly what I felt
    but somehow the paper stayed empty.
    And I could not have described it any better.”

  3. bone bone
    posted a quote
    May 16, 2014 8:31am UTC
    You know, There are some days
    when i really feel like THIS COULD WORK.
    Like you and I are finally gonna' get it right.

  4. bone bone
    posted a quote
    May 9, 2014 8:41am UTC
    "So, you lied to me?"
    "That depends on how you define lying."
    "Well I define it as not telling the truth. How do you define it?"
    "Reclining your body in a horizantal position."

  5. bone bone
    posted a quote
    April 30, 2014 8:28am UTC

  6. bone bone
    posted a quote
    March 14, 2014 11:27am UTC
    with lips like a galaxy's edge
    and a voice like its very center
    hair that's gold from tip to end
    and eyes that are even better

  7. bone bone
    posted a quote
    March 7, 2014 8:21am UTC
    ( I told my therapist about you )

  8. bone bone
    posted a quote
    March 7, 2014 8:17am UTC
    they say they care,
    but they judge and stare

  9. bone bone
    posted a quote
    March 1, 2014 10:12am UTC
    “Depression does not always mean
    Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists
    A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity
    Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye
    Sometimes depression means
    Not getting out of bed for three days
    Because your feet refuse to believe
    That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor
    Sometimes depression means
    That summoning the willpower
    To go downstairs and do the laundry
    Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week
    Sometimes depression means
    Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours
    Because you cannot convince your body
    That it is capable of movement
    Sometimes depression means
    Not being able to write for weeks
    Because the only words you have to offer the world
    Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying
    Sometimes depression means
    That every single bone in your body aches
    But you have to keep going through the motions
    Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed
    Sometimes depression means
    Ignoring every phone call for an entire month
    Because yes, they have the right number
    But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore”
    — by “Alexandra” Tilton,

  10. bone bone
    posted a quote
    February 27, 2014 8:37pm UTC
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    Why can't I stop crying over this boy

  11. bone bone
    posted a quote
    February 27, 2014 8:35pm UTC
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    I will not cry over this boy.
    Why can't I stop crying over this boy

  12. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 9, 2013 2:44pm UTC
    Hidden Beauty
    if you read me a list
    of all of your flaws
    I swear for each one,
    for every, and for all -
    to make what is so clear to me,
    visible to you -
    I could point out the beauty
    in them that shines through;
    what jumps out at me
    but hides in front of you

  13. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 8, 2013 11:56am UTC
    When she was born, I Promised my Oldest that she would always be my Baby.
    When she was born, I Promised my Second that she would never feel Forgotten.
    And when she was born, I Promised my Youngest that not all of her clothes would be hand-me-downs From her Sisters.

  14. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 8, 2013 11:47am UTC
    Waking up to her crying on the phone, trying to get her
    to relax and speak. I'm so confused, half-asleep, and her
    effort to keep in her tears is moribund.
    If I think the way she sounds is a tiny bit funny, should I
    feel bad?
    No, no. It's not funny, I'm really worried.
    "Jess," I try. She keeps crying. I have to do something. I
    can't go over there, I'm watching my brother, he's still sleeping.
    And I'm not going to be able to calm her down over the phone.
    "Jess, can you come over?" I ask.
    "Can you?" she gets out between sobs.
    "I can't leave Danny alone." Both our parents are at work,
    it's just me and him.
    "I don't-" she starts. "I don't have the car."
    "Jessie, I'm so sorry," Suggesting she walk here wouldn't be right.
    "Can I walk?" I swear the girl reads minds. She does that to me all
    the time.
    "Jess,-" I try to object.
    "I have to talk to you." she whines.
    I think a minute, about to cry myself. She deserves so much more
    than I can do for her. She deserves someone who will be there when
    she's sad. To never even be sad.
    I agree and apologize again.
    "I love you,"
    "I love you, too. I'm so sorry."
    "Stop it." she tells me.
    "What?" I ask, though I know what she means.
    "Saying you're sorry. Stop. You don't have to be."
    "I am" I insist. There's a pause.
    "Did I wake you up?" She's looking for something she did wrong.
    "No," I lie. She doesn't have anything to apologize for.
    "Why didn't you answer the first time I called?"
    Well, sh*t. No, ok, why didn't I answer the first time?
    "Um, I don't know. I didn't hear it." I'm such a bad liar and I'm so
    terrible to her. I hate that she doesn't see how much better she
    could do.
    Her silence says she knows it's not the truth.
    I feel bad that she's walking all the way here alone, so I stay
    on the phone with her until she reaches the corner down the
    street and we can see each other.
    "You didn't have to wait outside for me." she says once close
    enough for me to hear. The crack in her voice as she's about
    to cry hurts. The weak smile-through-tears she offers breaks me.
    "I wanted to," I assure her. She sighs.
    I hold out my arms and she immediately sinks into my embrace.
    It's a clumsy hug; tight in places, loose in others. Her left arm is
    around me and her right elbow is in the crook of mine, causing it
    to bend and not be able to wrap all the way around her. The edge
    of her flip-flop is on top of my bare toes. I squeeze her tighter.
    All of her weight is on me. Not doing anything to keep herself
    up, - she's barely even hugging me anymore, just kind of laying
    there - I have the sudden thought that she's fallen asleep. Imagining
    hearing her start snoring or something, I manage to keep my laugh
    inside my head but can't help my lips forming a smile. I know she's
    not sleeping, as much as she makes it seem she is. As if to prove it
    to me, though, she sniffs.
    She's relying on me entirely to keep her up and I think I'm finally
    starting to understand why she insists that I'm so important to her.
    If I wasn't here, she would fall.
    "Let's go inside," I whisper.

  15. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 7, 2013 10:11am UTC
    there will come a time
    when you’ll love
    and not
    hold the
    weight of their
    smile & that’s when
    you’ll start writing poetry

  16. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 7, 2013 10:01am UTC
    Katrina Wendt · 4 days ago
    I Can Only Try
    I can lay
    right next to you
    and never touch you
    I can see you smile
    from across the room
    without kissing you
    I can watch you
    leave the room
    and resist hugging you goodbye
    But sometimes
    when I'm next to you
    you have to ask me to move away
    Because for a few minutes
    I let fantasy get confused with reality
    and I lean against you during a movie
    And it's so warm
    your arm and mine, touching
    for that minute I'm at peace
    But when you ask
    of course I make room
    Because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable
    And if you weren't my friend
    I would probably try it
    just once, to know what it would be like to kiss you
    But ideally,
    I'll get over this
    and when I am, we'll still be friends
    So in the meantime
    I try not to think about kissing you
    and I only hug you when I have reason to
    What I'm saying is
    I will do what I can
    to keep myself sane and our friendship intact
    But just know
    that with every look I give
    I wish I could give so much more

  17. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 7, 2013 9:40am UTC
    A Carrot, An Egg and a Cup of Coffee
    A young woman went to her mother and told her about her life and how things were so hard for her. She did not know how she was going to make it and wanted to give up. She was tired of fighting and struggling. It seemed as one problem was solved, a new one arose.
    Her mother took her to the kitchen. She filled three pots with water and placed each on a high fire. Soon the pots came to boil. In the first she placed carrots, in the second she placed eggs, and in the last she placed ground coffee beans. She let them sit and boil, without saying a word.
    In about twenty minutes she turned off the burners. She fished the carrots out and placed them in a bowl. She pulled the eggs out and placed them in a bowl. Then she ladled the coffee out and placed it in a bowl.
    Turning to her daughter, she asked, "Tell me, what you see?"
    "Carrots, eggs, and coffee," she replied.
    Her mother brought her closer and asked her to feel the carrots. She did and noted that they were soft. The mother then asked the daughter to take an egg and break it. After pulling off the shell, she observed the hard boiled egg. Finally, the mother asked the daughter to sip the coffee. The daughter smiled as she tasted its rich aroma.
    The daughter then asked, "What does it mean, mother?" Her mother explained that each of these objects had faced the same adversity ... boiling water. Each reacted differently. The carrot went in strong, hard, and unrelenting. However, after being subjected to the boiling water, it softened and became weak. The egg had been fragile. Its thin outer shell had protected its liquid interior, but after sitting through the boiling water, its inside became hardened. The ground coffee beans were unique, however. After they were in the boiling water, they had changed the water.
    "Which are you?" she asked her daughter. "When adversity knocks on your door, how do you respond? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?"
    Think of this: Which am I? Am I the carrot that seems strong, but with pain and adversity do I wilt and become soft and lose my strength? Am I the egg that starts with a malleable heart, but changes with the heat? Did I have a fluid spirit, but after a death, a breakup, a financial hardship or some other trial, have I become hardened and stiff? Does my shell look the same, but on the inside am I bitter and tough with a stiff spirit and hardened heart? Or am I like the coffee bean? The bean actually changes the hot water, the very circumstance that brings the pain. When the water gets hot, it releases the fragrance and flavor. If you are like the bean, when things are at their worst, you get better and change the situation around you. When the hour is the darkest and trials are their greatest, do you elevate yourself to another level? How do you handle adversity? Are you a carrot, an egg or a coffee bean?

  18. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 7, 2013 9:28am UTC
    Thank You
    We forget
    the little tokens,
    the tiny nuances
    the real interactions
    a nod, a wave, a smile.
    Here, mere transaction -
    click, clack and don’t come back.
    It’s all pretend but you, you are real
    and I thank you stranger
    for taking this time
    and here, now
    I feel real

  19. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 7, 2013 9:25am UTC
    The one I see
    It’s hard to introduce myself,
    start a conversation about simple things,
    learn the ways we can join hearts,
    touch minds, swap smiles, be warm with each other.
    All I want, is to roam those miles of your eyes,
    be a good soul finding grace in your gaze,
    reel the sparks dancing between glances,
    draw in the gravity of who we might be.
    But how, how will you even notice me?
    Mouthing these, these tiny, silly words
    too soon, too much, too late, no doubt -
    and blood is rushing my intentions,
    the world is spinning, twisting, whirling
    and everything is blurring
    into one.
    You are that one

  20. bone bone
    posted a quote
    December 5, 2013 7:17pm UTC
    When you grab a random amount of something like
    paper, hangers, or forks for dinner and it turns out
    to be the exact amount you needed.


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