When I fall in love I take my time. There's no need to hurry when I'm making up my mind...
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Being grown up isn't half as fun as growing up. These are the best days of our lives. The only thing that matters is just following your heart, And eventually, you'll finally get it right.
Tuesday, May 02, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Nothing bad has happened lately. It's weird, but alright. I better not jinx it. Things just go bad when I think about them too much, I guess.
I'm thinking about becoming a nun.
Hah, my mom told me I could travel and stuff if I were a nun. That's kinda cool...but I would be doing it for all the wrong reasons.
I'm hungry.
I'm bored.
I complain to much.
I don't care.
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away...
Monday, April 17, 2006
You know, if you separate the first three letters of 'therapist' from the others, it looks like 'the rapist'?
Sunday, April 16, 2006
"That's the thing about sacrifice - sometimes, when you think you're losing something, you're really just passing it on to someone else."
- The Five People You Meet in Heaven
Friday, April 14, 2006
Half the night I waste in sighs,
Half in dreams I sorrow after
The delight of early skies;
In a wakeful dose I sorrow
For the hand, the lips, the eyes,
For the meeting of the morrow . . .
Thursday, April 13, 2006
OUT of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul,
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
I have not winced or cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid
It matters not how strait the gate,
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments is the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
~~William Henley Invictus~~
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Lucas: 'Society is a masked ball, where everyone hides his real character, then reveals it by hiding.'
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