i'm sick of everyone.
no snowflake thinks they're at fault in an avalanche.
no snowflake thinks they're at fault in an avalanche.
"I've come to the conclusion that if having things turn out the way you wanted them to is the measure of a successful life, then some would say that I'm a failure. The important thing is not to be bitter over life's disappointments. Learn to let go of the past. And recognize that every day won't be sunny, and when you find yourself lost in the darkness and despair remember it's only in the black of night you see the stars. And those stars will lead you back home. So don't be afraid to make mistakes, or stumble and fall, cause most of the time the greatest rewards come from doing the things that scare you the most. Maybe you'll get everything you wish for. Maybe you'll get more than you ever could have imagined. Who knows where life will take you? The road is long and in the end, the journey is the destination."
"Dear Molly,
This is gonna sound a little strange, but, I'd like you to paint over my old closet door. The thing is, there is never a time when you'll be more honest, when your convictions will be stronger, or when your motives will be more dearer than they are right now, which means you should chase whatever it is that excites you. Be confident and take risks. And paint over my words so you can start writing your own. My story may have inspired you, but I'm certain your story will inspire the next girl to live in our room. I want you to know, you don't need somebody to write about you in order for your life to mean something. You can write about yourself. Make your own destiny. Then, years from now, the next girl will keep what you write on that door long enough to remind you of how inspired your life is. And you can tell that girl to paint over the door, because you realize the words you wrote, the friends you had, the urgency you felt, will always be there underneath the paint. The love you professed will always be there. The spark of something undeniable. A seed of hope, the truth, for better or for worse, burning fiercely below the surface.
Love,
Peyton"
"Dear Molly,
This is gonna sound a little strange, but, I'd like you to paint over my old closet door. The thing is, there is never a time when you'll be more honest, when your convictions will be stronger, or when your motives will be more dearer than they are right now, which means you should chase whatever it is that excites you. Be confident and take risks. And paint over my words so you can start writing your own. My story may have inspired you, but I'm certain your story will inspire the next girl to live in our room. I want you to know, you don't need somebody to write about you in order for your life to mean something. You can write about yourself. Make your own destiny. Then, years from now, the next girl will keep what you write on that door long enough to remind you of how inspired your life is. And you can tell that girl to paint over the door, because you realize the words you wrote, the friends you had, the urgency you felt, will always be there underneath the paint. The love you professed will always be there. The spark of something undeniable. A seed of hope, the truth, for better or for worse, burning fiercely below the surface.
Love,
Peyton"
(10:16:40 PM): i doubt it
(10:16:47 PM): you'll get someone who loves you for who you are
(10:16:59 PM): as long as you're true to yourself elma
(10:17:03 PM): cus
(10:17:05 PM): honestly
(10:17:08 PM): you're fucking amazing
[:
(10:16:47 PM): you'll get someone who loves you for who you are
(10:16:59 PM): as long as you're true to yourself elma
(10:17:03 PM): cus
(10:17:05 PM): honestly
(10:17:08 PM): you're fucking amazing
[:
MALPT! (Expletive): Used to wish someone tremendous good luck note Abbreviation for the phrase "Merde A La Puissance Treize!" which is translated as "Shit to the thirteenth power". Origin unknown. Used as a friendly term. Example: a friend of yours is about to take an exam. You would say "MALPT!" to wish him well!
i found that pretty funny.
i found that pretty funny.
i love how i always find new music that seems to fit perfectly for the day.
haha. i want to get to know ska a little better. that and heavy metal are new territories for me. i'm kind of holding out on the heavy metal though. hahaha.
"It could've been different if I sang the song so long ago, and now I'm feeling like I'm stuck in slow motion again.
But all I've got is time. Running around in circles, just to find that peace of mind.
And you know I'm gonna get what's mine.
I've lost touch, too much sympathy.
Follow me, don't bother me.
Fragments of each sentence representing anything I think.
And still I try to smile, and still I try to laugh.
And still I'll never change, I'm stuck here studying the past.
So count me in.
No, count me out, because it happened again.
It could've been.
Should've been.
Would've been different.
It could've been.
It could've been different if the frgaments of each sentence were reminiscent of a sing-along song I sang so long ago.
And still I try to smile, and still I try to laugh, just to find that peace of mind.
And you know I'm gonna get what's mine.
So count me in. No, count me out, because it happended again.
Forget about apologies, I'm not a sorry kid.
So sing along with me.
Same song we used to sing"
haha. i want to get to know ska a little better. that and heavy metal are new territories for me. i'm kind of holding out on the heavy metal though. hahaha.
"It could've been different if I sang the song so long ago, and now I'm feeling like I'm stuck in slow motion again.
But all I've got is time. Running around in circles, just to find that peace of mind.
And you know I'm gonna get what's mine.
I've lost touch, too much sympathy.
Follow me, don't bother me.
Fragments of each sentence representing anything I think.
And still I try to smile, and still I try to laugh.
And still I'll never change, I'm stuck here studying the past.
So count me in.
No, count me out, because it happened again.
It could've been.
Should've been.
Would've been different.
It could've been.
It could've been different if the frgaments of each sentence were reminiscent of a sing-along song I sang so long ago.
And still I try to smile, and still I try to laugh, just to find that peace of mind.
And you know I'm gonna get what's mine.
So count me in. No, count me out, because it happended again.
Forget about apologies, I'm not a sorry kid.
So sing along with me.
Same song we used to sing"
