It’s lovely to know that the world can’t interfere with the inside of your head.
I will hold your voice in a little box And when you come upon me I won’t look...– Dorthea Lasky
And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know...
I vow to stay. I vow to love with every ounce of my being, to forget my selfish wants and needs, to never lie again (to kiss, run, sing, dance, cry like I really mean it.) To listen to the Boss and read good books. To stop boys from ruining my nights and to remember that I AM LOVED, FOREVER. To write down my thoughts and add the Cranberries to my ongoing playlist. To remember my bad dreams so...
Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless...
Sexy = Joseph Gordon-Levitt’s voice while singing “Here Comes Your Man” drunk.
Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.
things/questions on my mind: What time did I fall asleep last night? Does yoga really make your feet bigger? Will I read APUSH today, or tomorrow? I hope he isn’t mad I fell asleep early. Oatmeal cookies sound amazing. This is a lame-ass list. Kay I’m done.
Damn it. I’m in love.
Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a...
I want to be many things to many people. I want to be free and to contradict the typical teenager. I want someone to look at me and see their entire world and realize how very fragile we humans are. I want someone to love God more than they love me. I want to be beautiful not in looks, or words, but in what I am. I want to scream until I cry, cry until I laugh and then do the whole thing...
In periods of rapid personal change, we pass through life as though we are...
I hate to sound like a stereotypical teenager, dripping with angst and selfishly pitying myself while there are people dying of countless causes all across the globe, but I need to speak my mind somewhere. This is my somewhere. I am tired of high school. Of girls dressed up like prostitutes and boys wearing flat bills and over-sized rhinestone studs. I am tired of the f-word, the b-word, and...