Friday, 30 March 2012

  • it's been awhile, but I'm still here.



     
     
     
    1 2 3 do you love me?
     




    Hysteria is impossible without an audience. 
    Panicking by yourself is the same as laughing alone in an 
    empty room. You feel really silly.



    Deep in the meadow, hidden far away 
    A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray 
    Forget your woes and let your troubles lay 
    And when it's morning again, they'll wash away 
    Here it's safe, here it's warm 
    Here the daisies guard you from every harm 
    Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true 
    Here is the place where I love you.




    What we call chaos is just patterns
     we haven't recognized yet.






    If you don't know what you want," the doorman said, 
    "you end up with a lot you don't"




    Here in your mind you have complete privacy. 
    Here there's no difference between what is and what could be.




    You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? 
    Well, it works both ways.




    Not that I’m crazy or anything, I just want some 
    proof that death isn’t the end.  
    Even if crazed zombies grabbed me in some dark hall one night, 
    even if they tore me apart, 
    at least that wouldn’t be the absolute end. 
    There would be some comfort in that.





    The lower you fall, the higher you'll fly

    I just wish we could hold on to that sense of wonder because
     sometimes we don’t notice some of the most incredible things in the world. 
    We walk by beautiful flowers and trees everyday without looking at them. 
    We rush through our day without even saying hi to most people we see. 
    We take a lot for granted, and I think that’s why some people say it’s better to 
    live each day as our last. That way we might start appreciating more 
    things around us. -Ellen DeGeneres




    I am not pretty. I am not beautiful. I am as radiant as the sun





    Curvy women are real women. Skinny women are real women. 
    Women who have had boob jobs or lip enhancements
     or liposuction are still real women. 
    Size 0 may make no sense mathematically, but a woman 
    who wears that size is as real as the one 
    who wears a size 16. What makes us “real” people is not 
    the shape of our flesh but our basic humanity. 
    And we lose our humanity when we judge.



    Constantly talking isn't necessarily communicating. 



    Why do I fall in love with every woman I see who shows 
    me the least bit of attention? 




    I could die right now, Clem. I'm just... happy. I've never felt that before.
    I'm just exactly where I want to be. 




    People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated



    Just because she likes the same bizzaro crap you do 
    doesn't mean she's your soul mate. 




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