Ty1210

Status: I'd sell you out in a heartbeat, and I hate myself for it.
Joined: January 7, 2012
Last Seen: 3 years
Birthday: December 10
user id: 261329
Location: Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gender: F
Hiya. My name's Tyler.

Rest In Peace Caleb <3 3/17/13

Quotes by Ty1210

Oh Caleb. I stumbled upon one of your comments on my profile just now. God I miss you like crazy. I'm going through a pretty rough time but I know you'd tell me to keep my head up and not it get to me too much so that's what I'm doing. I hope you're doing okay in Heaven, or Hell, or where ever you are.

I'm not searching the sky

For a reason to live

Cause I've found beauty right here

And the passion to give

Let me give you my heart

Let me give you my tears

Let me give you my life

Let me give you my fears


 
Let’s say you have an ax. Just a cheap one, from Home Depot. On one bitter winter
day, you use said ax to behead a man. Don’t worry, the man was already dead. Or maybe you should worry, because you’re the one who shot him. He had been a big, twitchy guy with veiny skin stretched over swollen biceps, a tattoo of a swastika on his tongue. Teeth filed into razor-sharp fangs, you know the type. And you’re chopping off his head because, even with eight bullet holes in him, you’re pretty sure he’s about to spring back to his feet and eat the look of terror right off your face. On the follow-through of the last swing, though, the handle of the ax snaps in a spray of splinters. You now have a broken ax. So, after a long night of looking for a place to dump the man and his head, you take a trip into town with your ax. You go to the hardware store, explaining away the dark reddish stains on the broken handle as barbecue sauce. You walk out with a brand new handle for your ax. The repaired ax sits undisturbed in your garage until the next spring when, on one rainy morning, you find in your kitchen a creature that appears to be a foot-long slug with a bulging egg sac on its tail. Its jaws bite one of your forks in half with what seems like very little effort. You grab your trusty ax and chop the thing into several pieces. On the last blow, however, the ax strikes a metal leg of the overturned kitchen table and chips out a notch right in the middle of the blade. Of course, a chipped head means yet another trip to the hardware store. They sell you a brand new head for your ax. As soon as you get home with your newly-headed ax, though, you meet the reanimated body of the guy you beheaded last year. He’s also got a new head, stitched on with what looks like plastic weed trimmer line, and it’s wearing that unique expression of “you’re the man who killed me last winter” resentment that one so rarely encounters in everyday life. You brandish your ax. The guy takes a long look at the weapon with his squishy, rotting eyes and in a gargly voice he screams, “That’s the same ax that slayed me!”
Is he right?

 
Hi guys I'm still alive.
I want to cut so bad.
But I'm just listening to screamo music.
That's weird.
I'm weird.
Maybe that's why I don't have friends.
I'm sorry..

Dry those eyes and listen to me.

You can only be what you want to be.

If you wish to be dead,

think of how it'll hurt me.

I'll cry tears for you.

Let your angel dry then dry them.

We'll cry tears for you.

We'll never be silenced.

 





            Bike. Eat. Drink. Talk. Take the subway. Read. Read maps. Make maps. Make art. Finish the Gates application. Tell my dad not to stress about it. Hug my mom. Kiss my little sister. Make out with Noelle. Make out with her more. Take her to the movies. See a movie with Aaron. Heck, see a movie with Nia. Have a party. Tell people my story. Volunteer at 3 north. Help people like Bobby, like Mutata, like me. Draw more. Draw a person. Draw a naked person. Draw Noelle naked. Run. Travel. Swim. Skip. Yeah I know it's lame but whatever, skip anyway. Breathe.


                                                                                                                            -It's Kind Of A Funny Story




Dear Mother Nature,
          Why exactly is it colder in March than it was in February?
                                             Sincerely,
                                                   A Very Confused Teenager




See You Soon
Paradise
Yellow
Cemetaries Of London
The Scientist
Viva La Vida
Violet Hill
Lost?
Swallowed In The Sea
The A Team
Lego House
Give Me Love
You Won't Feel A Thing
Nothing
For The First Time
Science & Faith
If You Ever Come Back
Long Gone & Moved On
Dead Man Walking
This = Love
Exit Wounds
Walk Away
Bullet From A Gun
The Man Who Can't Be Moved
Breakeven
The End Where I Begin
Hall Of Fame

If you like any of these songs, I will love you.
I'm thinking about turning my Witty into a half journal thing.

Would anyone actually read what goes on in my life?
If you love someone,
l e t  t h e m  g o .
If they come back,
they're yours.

If they don't,
t h e y   n e v e r   w e r e .