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AGONY;
(Long but worth reading)


I am here. I am everywhere,
Every place you've been I have waited,
Every face you've seen I have worn,
I have not one name but thousands,
I come on the wings of an epidemic,
Of a massacre,
A lone scream in the night,
Announced by the distant thunder of a war,
Or the bleat of the slaughtered calf,
I visit the dying in their burning skin,
Devour the bodies of the sick,
I crush the hearts of the hopeful as I dance on the backs of the weak,
Your greatest fears are my delight,
With your cries you invite me in,
I am the betrayal you could not have seen,
The killer you thought you knew.
One day I will be your mother or your father or your friend,
Another day I will be your neighbor,
Or perhaps I'll work through you.
There are monsters hiding in your closet,
There are ghosts beneath your bed,
The dream you feared was real,
Was real.

These are gifts to you from me,
I love you in my little way,
With your suffering I am alive!
Can't you hear the music on the wind?
Don't you recognize the tune?
Is it you my friend, your struggling?
Your spirit torn limb from limb?
But I am not death,
Death is your deliverer,
Death looks to me with sorrow in his eyes and asks;
"Why must you do this?"
My answer remains unchanged.
I do what you cannot,
No end is swift under my watch,
Mercy is a mistake I correct,
I am peace destroyed and eyes forced open,
The ragged ring around your neck.
I am your secret wish for others,
I am their secret wish for you,
I have not one name but thousands,
But you...
You may call me Agony,
And I am pleased to make your acquaintance...

You know whats f-cking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.
I was in a hospital today and I saw
thi cute guy with a cast on his leg
and my first thought was:

"Hey, this one can't run away!"

Deception and perfection

are beautiful traits;

one will breed love

and the other

will breed hate.

 

 
Do you think that in a couple years we'll make it into the back of history books marked down as the generation that fell apart,
we're all lost, looking for a way home, forgetting that we can build a house out of our own bones but we keep searching for
a lover who'll take us by the hand and give us something to think about in the afternoon when we're stuck in our busy lives
thinking about nothing, you'd think falling down and scraping you knee would hurt most as a child but as we grow up we learn
about the death of a parent and how it feels when your mother is now lying underground and your father threw sand onto her 
grave burying her with the rest of the town unlike before how he used to shower her in love and flowers but now the only 
flowers she recieves are three days old from people who forgot to come earlier. Do you think they'll hold seminars and
confrences talking about how we were the generation that fu/ked up everything good in the world, how we thought smoking
cigarettes when we were ten years old would make everything all right but were just polluting our bodies and the plants that
we should love, how we're cutting down trees and making paper and books that use 26 letters in the alphabet in millions of
ways; ways that make us want to tear it out, do you think they'll put us on the cover of New York Times and cal us the wasted 
youth and romanticize death so we're no longer afraid to die. So they'll kill  this generation, taking us down. They'll put us in the 
back of history books and tell the next generation not to fu/k up like us. There is nothing pretty about us, we are ugly, we have 
scars running along our bodies, unlike those who hide it inside, we want to share it to the world and tell others that hurting yourself
is damn pretty. We aren't pretty, never were and never will be. They'll put us in the back of history books for damn sure, reminding
those that we were the ugliest of them all.


IN A FIT OF RAGE YOU SAY THE FIVE WORDS SHE NEVER WANTED TO HEAR,
LIKE A CODE TO BREAK THE BEAM HOLDING HER UP.

I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE.

WHY HAS THIS GOTTEN SO EASY? IT'S AS IF THERE'S A SPARE KEY IN YOUR
POCKET THAT YOU'VE BEEN USING TO UNLOCK EVERY DOOR SHE CLOSED
WHEN THE LAST ONE DIDN'T OPEN THEM CORRECTLY. SHE HAS
BARRICADED AND CONCEALED HERSELF IN THE DEPTHS OF A DARK ROOM
AND IT WAS UP TO YOU NOT TO RIP OFF THE DOORKNOB WHEN TRYING TO
GET IN.


I'M SORRY, THAT'S NOT TRUE.

ACCESS DENIED. IT DOESN'T MATTER HOW MANY TIMES HER BODY SCANS
YOUR FINGERTIPS OR IF HER EYES RECOGNIZE YOURS; YOU HAVE
BREACHED THE SECURITY AND NOW ITS BACK TO PHASE ONE IF BREAKING
INTO THE GIRL WHO COULD HAVE SAVE YOU
.




Normal people with their crush
Them: Okay, I've liked him for about a month now, it's time I tell him!
Me: Day 76,435 and I still am watching from this bush. Soon, I will approach him. Soon. 











this one time
in sixth grade i was waiting for
my bus because it was
late and this girl was
cleaning out her locker and a
teacher was helping her and
all of the sudden the teacher started
screaming and the girl started
crying and all i heard was “
YOU HAVE A GOLDFISH LIVING
IN YOUR LOCKER??!!”





 

 
f o r m a t   j i m m y 3 6 5 
 


I found this on tumblr:

A solider posted this as his status this morning:

Some people are asking me what I think about Syria, so here it is.
I'm tired. I'm tired of people watching their children grow up via Facebook and Skype. I'm tired of hearing aman  tell his wife 'I love you' followed by 'I missyou' for an entire year. I'm tired of watching the military divorce rate shoot sky-high. I'm tired of overhearing some teenager tell his mom 'I'm going over there." and hearing her cry from 20 feet away. I'm tired of Veterans waiting years to get the help they deserve and need. I'm tired of empty seats at Christmas dinner every other year and anniversary presents in the mail flying overseas. I'm tired of new men and women walking around with invisible wounds that don't heal.

Our flag is a beautiful thing - but I'm tired of seeing it draped over a casket. I'm tired of men and women missing pieces of their bodies, minds and souls.
 

 


"I don't understand how you can smile all day long, but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How you can love so innocently, but it can turn into your worst enemy and your worst enemy turns into you best friend. How forever turns into a few short months you'd do anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn't live without. How even though you know letting go of something is best for you, it hurts just the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you think a few minutes of time is too much to spare. How people make promises and bear their souls to someone despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives 'cause it's just easier than working things out."


— Unknown