August 2010
48 posts
(GREEN.) So I was put in a position today. →
Where I had to recognize my flaws. Granted, I think myself to be quite the forgiving/understanding person, but I was then put in front of the situation of my mother. If you know what I’m talking about, great. If you’d like to know, ask. If not, then don’t even bother reading this post because apparently I don’t concern you ._.’ (what are you doing here…) and he...
(Spectrum.) What
wat is this i dont even
(Purple.)...
me: Because I want a world that would be filled with me's to be a good place. If human beings did their actions based on other people's happiness instead of their own, everyone would always be happy. Whereas now, people don't always have the power to make themselves happy, with enough effort, a person can make another happy, and have another make them happy, not necessarily in return, but based on principle.
Self sacrifice, as pointless as it is, as I will die without one of my dreams realized, is something I believe in. And therefore, I act on it, despite my own loneliness.
I believe that one day, either one of these people will be able to make me happy as well, and/or another person will come in my life that believes the same I do, and I will get my due happiness.
And if not, oh well. I will die knowing that I tried to make the world a better place.
(Clear/White) So, without really knowing where I... →
…I kept going.
Because savoring the journey is oh-so-much better than fearing the destination.
(Black.) Heel Face Turn. →
From people, comes Love. From Love, comes Pain. I know this, but… I’m still Dreaming. Pipe dreams, where there is only Love, but no Hurt, no Jealousy, no reasons to Think, no reasons to Stop. “It Doesn’t Exist.” I tell myself, as yet another is Shot Down. “I did what I Had to Do.” I repeat, tears brimming on Eyes as smoke rises wistfully from the Gun....
Anonymous asked: Erm . . . alright? You spelled formspring incorrectly. Just thought I'd let you know.
(Aqua.) Fireworks. →
I’m in a semi-good mood I feel like I’ve mastered Waiting for a nice tune The opportune moment Not too far, not too soon Just wait for the zone, it isn’t once in a blue moon. So I’ve been thinking (I do that, once in a while.) This feeling’s been sinking (Not bad, not like bile.) Like the concept of choice is gone (No subjects to worry on.) And replaced is a path, a...
Anonymous asked: That font is quite annoying. Nothing personal . . . honest. Not anymore. :)
(Yellow.) Shoot for shit. →
I’m not scared. (Oh. I’m sorry, were those the wrong words? Oh well.) Don’t get me wrong. (Just…Don’t.) It’s not like I’m not fully aware of the possible (Probable.) consequences from what’s about to happen. (It’s kind of like Ozymandias feeling the death of every person he killed to save more people. Wait, he was the bad guy. Or was he?)
I...
But we can't dream when we're wide awake, or fall... →
Purple: Fuck yeah. Green: Yeah, good job ._. Blue: Yeah, That was just fucking great -_- Yellow: Oh please, let it go. What happened, happened, and it couldn’t have happened any other way. Orange: When you look at it that way, it’s easy to get over, I suppose. Black: I think you’re all missing the point. You realize that this little thing is only the beginning, right? This means...
Anonymous asked: You being dramatic. Great. I've had two years of that. Skype, boy.
rainingthursday asked: Ah.
And in reference to who?
And in reference to who?
rainingthursday asked: Okay, with many ups and downs. and ?
(Pink.) Whatever. →
I hate that word with a burning passion. Me, personally. In every single instance that I’ve heard someone use that word, I’ve felt every single bit of emotion that radiates from it in each little pore of my body (I wonder if you can do the same for me.) and the reasoning and the hiding behind that word, in the unwillingness to voice emotion, irritation, love, hurt, and any sort of...
rainingthursday asked: Oh. that was fast. yeah. how are things? I don't know.
rainingthursday asked: Hm. Okay, no longer freaking out, going back to that same pattern. yeah. here I am.
(Orange.) *Facepalm* →
Seriously. We’re now playing the game of “whoever moves first, dies.” I mean, we were playing “Red light, Green light”, but then it became red as I was moving, and I froze, and everyone else kept going ._. and now I’m just watching whole crowds of people get hit by cars. …Who’ll survive?
(Black and White) Shit.
Shit....
(Black.) Well, now I feel stupid. →
My hands hurt from slapping the table too much. I can’t feel myself type anymore.
Oh well. You know that phrase “You don’t know what you have until it’s gone?” Well, that’s bullshit. I knew what I had. (Fuck the past tense. Why is it in the past? What I would give to simply go back 8 hours or so. Biking along. I’m going to see her, I’m going to see...
Blue: “…What?” Yellow:...
(Orange.) Just waiting around... →
I’m telling myself. But then I realize how stupid that sounds. Waiting for what? I ask myself. For my life, my change, opportunity to pop out of the ground? For simplicity, for stability, for things to calm down. He answers, a little put off by the question. That’s silly, I reply, it’ll never be simple, never be easy You’ve just got to learn your lesson Complication is...
foxygrandpa- asked: What's on your bucket list?
rainingthursday asked: eh, w/e, I...give me a couple of days. *exhale*
rainingthursday asked: Yeah, i erm a genius, but what's your point?
rainingthursday asked: Split response:
1) Kay then.
2) You better call me a woman.
1) Kay then.
2) You better call me a woman.
rainingthursday asked: *death glare*
Bitch, don't you start.
And Nicole wants me to talk to you, whys that?
Bitch, don't you start.
And Nicole wants me to talk to you, whys that?
rainingthursday asked: HA. why olivia? she just asked me about it too...and yeah, I understand how you feel, jesus christ.
rainingthursday asked: Still too bright. Stop being emo. Cheer up. You're not...actually nvm, I'm not going to rant about my life right now, but are you stalking Olivia? My camp friend? Who you've never met? And how have you been anyway? Christ, I haven't talked to you for a while...like three freaking weeks.
(GREEN.) God, I'm bored. What? Focus? Oh ._. →
One of my favorite things to do, me personally, is to begin writing something without having any notion as to what’s going to be written at the end.
It’s fun, watching your own mind take you to places where you’ve already been before, but instead keep track instead of just letting those thoughts pass by. As they usually do. Or don’t. ._. Then again, to be completely...
Anonymous asked: Look, another question for you.
rainingthursday asked: The background annoys the fuck out of me. Too bright.
Anonymous asked: :D. :D :D :D.
Anonymous asked: Hello. Hello, Hello.
Anonymous asked: And you know, you probably still don't know who I am. . .
Anonymous asked: Yeah, yeah, a few educated guesses. Well you're WRONG. You usually are. . .(although now you might be right.)
Anonymous asked: Well first off, I don't know if you who I am. Secondly, if you do. Shut up. (not like, stop talking, but that's a stupid thing to say.)
Anonymous asked: *poke*
(Pink.) Equalibrium is making me sad. →
In the world I see, people take the time to understand one another. I believe that’s the only wall that a human being has to caring about another human being. Never mind social status, similarities and differences, background, race, gender, or anything else. I believe any human being can love another, no matter who they are or who they’re loving.
Because I do. I don’t know how...
(White.) Isolation. →
It does things to you. Rather,
Puts you in a different place. It’s interesting, because when you try to go out and see the world, you realize how much you haven’t already seen. Boredom never gets to me because, all of the sudden, I have so much to do. The internet isn’t all that interesting when there’s nobody on it and there’s nothing new to see.
So I went...
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Anonymous asked: You.
Anonymous asked: Your background color is obnoxiously green. (Why aren't I surprised? :P)
(Clear.) Barely Hitting The Bar.
Just for specifics sake, this was written a couple of weeks ago. Or a week ago. I want to post it here, because honestly I’d like all the meaningful things I write to be in one place.
Barely Hitting the Bar The were was a point in my Life Where my insides, outsides, being was full of Strife Continual building up and crashing down Nothing but Sad smiles, Forced laughs, Frowns I Promised...
(Sunshine Yellow.) Yay! I’m so excited!
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(Blue.) Things seem so much Simpler now.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ccg8DapckoU
Like all the haziness that had been clouding my mind, the cause for the re-separation is just…gone. And that’s after only two days. Then again, it’s not like things got any simpler, just clearer, and more defined in that complication.
I won’t deny it. There’s still that…nagging Feeling, like when you look up into the...
Anonymous asked: Spectrum?
(Spectrum.) A Healthy Reminder For Myself.
You are freedom. Passion and dreams formed up into energy and spirit. You are kindness. Awareness and consideration formed up into the easy going but clear. You are intelligence. Logic and prowess formed up into analyzation and extrapolation. You are cunning. The think outside the box, inside the circle train that always surprises. You are random. The mini fireworks and pop in the box process of...
(Purple.) So I made a tumblr.
While I’d love to go and explain the superfluous/not mattering reasons that I’ve made this blog, and/or give plans as to what I’m going to do with it, I quickly realize that both of these things do not matter. I made it because I made it. What will become of it will become of it, regardless of what I plan for it to be. Readers, if you wish, read on. If you don’t, then what...
