I saw you and wanted the world to stop instantly,
there wasnt a thing that was more important than looking in your eyes
and seeing you smile
she had no clue i just fell in love with her,
it was easy like that and as simple,
she didnt have to do anything,
from the way girls are just sets my world on a high
and every little thing they do, everything that they are
has me falling in love
lalala soo you dont have to blog this haha
if you randomly get random gibberish like that stuff up there its for you, you dont have to reblog it or anything, unless you want to.
I just occasionally write crap and dont know what to do with it when im done.
“Promise yourself to be strong, that nothing can disturb your peace of mind. Look at the sunny side of everything and make your optimism come true. Think only of the best, work only for the best, and expect only the best. Forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future. Give so much time to the improvement of yourself that you have no time to criticize others. Live in the faith that the whole world is on your side as long as you are true to the best that is in you. Don’t be sad because its over. Be happy that something incredible like that even began. I’ve learned that things change and people change. It doesn’t mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means that you’ve moved on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn’t mean giving up, it just means accepting that some things just aren’t meant to be.”—
so i wrote you like a page long message, i took my time on it and then you know what happened?
ill tell you, my curser clicked your title SOMEHOW and it loaded your home page.
so i tried clicking back hoping what i typed would be saved but once the page loaded it didnt save anything i typed. fml.
I had like a poem type thing in it and like other things i said and like it was long and gee wiz.
anyways you look beautiful today =)
it’s true. i get so much shit all the time about how i’m a child..and about how i’m so scared of everything. and that going on a roller coaster is a big deal to me. or going into a clothes store is like a kid being in a candy store.
what’s wrong with that? i’ve just that i’ve simply not forgotten what it’s like to be a child, and i carry it with me everywhere. it makes it easier to bond with children, and you never forget yourself. and it’s always a conversation striker. you love the same things you loved as kid. too many of focus on the future or the past, but we don’t do anything about it.
if you miss being a kid, then be a kid. who’s stopping you but yourself? who cares if the society is going to judge you? no one ever told you that you were going to come into this world and every single person was going to adore you at first sight. AND IT’S OKAY. people are always going to judge, and you don’t even have to prove them wrong. everyone always tells you that you have to prove people wrong. why? who do you have anything to prove to except yourself and the people you love? why should strangers matter to you?
if you want to pursue a dream job, move away, travel, or do something spontaneous, do it. don’t let the poor economy get you down. work, and work more and more and more, and save money. and when you get enough..leave to whatever life you’ve always wanted. and in the meantime, when you’re working and stressed and upset and frustrated with yourself and wish life were easier..take a breath. remember, even though life is hard, what could be harder? what are you comparing it to? if life were easy, would it honestly be entertaining? life is about as hard as it gets. science is difficult, math is confusing, poetry is indecipherable, and essays occupy half your life. but life..life is something else.
it hurts to see people who walk around as if they’re half-alive. it’s so frustrating to see people who don’t have hope anymore, or beliefs..about anything. they don’t even believe in themselves. it’s like they’re not even living, and that they’re going day by day waiting..waiting for something..or someone to give them a sign. stop waiting for that sign. because by the time that sign comes, you’ll have missed it. and that’s the truth. stop waiting for society to approve of you and whatever you want to do with your life. just do it. shape it the way you want t whenever you like and however you like.
just embrace whoever you are and do whatever the HECK you want. don’t forget who you are. make a mental list or everyone that was in your life that you have loved.. and send a hello. write down every hobby you’ve ever adored, and try it again if you’ve let any of them go. write down everything you’ve ever wanted to do, AND DO IT.
as humans, we’re limited, but limitations shouldn’t stop us. they should inspire us.
everything in life is art, and i think most of us forget that. art isn’t limited by painting or drawing or sculpting or sketching. it’s everything. whether you sing or read or dance or cook or drive or play sports. everything is art. the way you walk, the way you think, the way you smile and how your smile is a little crooked, but it’s not too obvious for anyone to notice. or how you have only one dimple, or when you laugh. and sometimes you giggle a little because you don’t want to attract attention, or how sometimes you giggle a little more than usual because something tickles your heart. and sometimes you laugh a lot..because, well because you’re happy. laughing is art.
the way you talk and the way you express yourself is art. how you quirk your head to the side when you’re confused, or how you react to hugs. or how you interact with people in general. how you smile at a stranger who looks at you or how you wave at a classmate or how you hug a family member or how you kiss the love of your life or how silly you act with your best friend. what you eat and how you eat your food. what you buy, how much you buy, and what you do with the items you buy. everything you do is artistic, and everything you’re going to do is a masterpiece of the making. the way you wear your clothes and how you go about making decisions. or how you write and what you write about.
how you deal with new environments and brand new people is art, because we experience everything differently, and not one event is the same to any one of us, because we have our own perception. perception is art.
memories are art. how we deal with loss is art. when we cry..it contains just as much beauty as when we are jumping of glee. how goodbyes and hellos have much more cryptic messages than we believe.
art is beautiful and aesthetic and it is everywhere. in a world of chaos, we forget to take a look at the beauty around us. art is beauty. art is anything and everything in this world from the cracks of the floor to the mosaic sky.
your last two posts "sometimes" and the one proceeding it got to me in a way.
In a way that made me want to talk to you, for the fist time. Well, im not too sure what i was trying to accomplish with this. It just seemed like you were down and i got the idea of saying something to you. I'm supposed to ask you if you're in need of a smile. I sort of like trying to cheer someone up and to be honest, when i read your post i thought of you as a friend and i like to help.
Anyways enough of my rant of randomness
enjoy your life Big Money.
i think one of the hardest parts of life is having the guts to talk to someone for the first time..like when you cross that boundary between just friends and you become friends that disclose to each other and are able to put your head on someone else’s shoulder while you cry and there’s just that kind of comfort in that. thank you sosososo much for caring about me and you were not ranting! you’re a really nice person :) !
as you get older, you learn that people are just like you. people are normal in almost every aspect.. but it’s not bad, it’s quite comforting, actually. when you’re young, you look up to police officers and firefighters and teachers and doctors. and it strikes you when you see them out of their normal stereotype. like when you bump into your teacher at the grocery store, who is dressed in regular clothes and probably laughing with her husband or helping her kids, and you’re just fumbled. and it’s as if you’ve suddenly encountered this person you’ve never known and she’s a complete stranger to you.
or when you’re a teenager and there’s a multitude of stereotypes at your school, and you think that jocks, preps, nerds, musicians, theater kids, and weirdos live different lifestyles..as if we’re all different people.
but the truth is, as time goes on, you see that we are just like each other, which is what it’s supposed to be, i think. that we all live the same lives in different ways but we’re not different people, and we’re not more special than one another, and one isn’t more important than another. we are all equal in every and all aspects. and if you can realize that, and find a sense of solitude with that, and stop judging people by how they look or act, then maybe the world would be a more loving and understanding place.
but it doesn’t mean that with this realization, we see the world as bland. we still look up to people, but just different people now. not just a firefighter because he saves the day, or a police officer that fights crime or the teacher you see everyday that educates you. you’ll find that firefighters are clumsy, and police officers will give you speeding tickets at any chance, and that your teacher gets incredibly stressed when she has to plan classes for the next month, multitask grading homework, and still be as lively as she is in class!
and with this realization also comes the downside..because not everything has one story. such as the fact that we are disappointed with humans, and they’re not as exciting as we anticipated them to be, or how we imagined them in our head. but that’s the thing. as humans, we seize perfection and we forget that we make mistakes, and that sometimes it takes an outside perspective for others to realize it. if we were a result of perfection, life would be boring. but because we are a mess, and we are all neurotic and we all care about different things and have different opinions, it makes us the people who we are. and that should be good enough..for everyone.