cheese1211

Status: Loving Life Right Now:)<3
Joined: February 14, 2012
Last Seen: 8 years
user id: 274135
Location: your closet O.o
Gender: F
HI. well im 14 years young. i love penguins and make water balloons tiny so i can call them my babies. Um, i love music,  play the piano and guitar. i play soccer (but i really suck at it) and softball.  i love people (especially jenna marbles), and my best friend/boyfriend micheal<3. live in massachusetts(awesome) and going to worcester technical high school (go Class of 2016) i love life. and i was born on October 31
(im a halloween baby)
:0)

cheese1211's Favorite Quotes

Boys are scary. They go from "aw you're adorable" to "send me butt pics & sit on my face" in 2 seconds and I can't handle that transition.
he saved her from tears
he saved her from pain 
he saved her from fears
he saved her from battles 
he saved her from fights
he saved her from mirrors
he saved her from lonely nights
he saved her from cruelty
he saved her from bullies
he saved her from hate
he saved her from demons
he saved her from the world
he saved her from blades
he saved her from herself

he is her hero
he is her sunshine
he is her angel
he is her everything

and they haven't ever met.




I press harder on the gas
until the house is out of sight.
You're out of my rearview mirrors
like you should be out of my life.




 
Format:SecretlyBrokenAndSilentlyHoping
Holding our heads high
We walk for the good
Reaching for glory, hands to the sky
Doing as we think we should.

Dancing to the beat of our own drums
Hold tight to love, and close our heart songs
Following the trail of life's bread crumbs
Sounding of the death bells, lingering dongs.

We search for truth in the dark
Finding lies hidden in the light
Only when our souls embark
We will know it wasn't right

Follow your own way to glory
You are not alone in this adventure
Look forward to this journey
Find the meaning to what is yours



It's the way his hair curls up
at the ends right before he gets it's cut.
It's the way he looks at me with
 so much adoration and love.
It's the way his piercing eyes
enrapture my heart.
It's the thought of losing him that
tears me apart.



 
mirrors
are just
glass
and you are
more
than
that

 
r.i.d


 



When you leaned in
for that first kiss,
I felt something that
I could not dismiss.
It was more than a crush,
more than a feeling,
and it left a wound that had
no way of healing.


 
Format:SecretlyBrokenAndSilentlyHoping
 
The amount of pain someone
is in shouldn't be measured
by how many scars they have
or how many meals they've skipped.

Does it really have
to get that bad in order for
people to understand that
they are hurting?
          (LTN)


                  . 

Every year for Halloween I wanted to be a pumpkin, sunflower, m&m, turtle.

But, when you get older, the costumes tend to get smaller. Finessing curves into eyecandy instead of masterpiece. American beauty turned apple pie cutie.

So, this year, I decided to be a school teacher, nurse, fairy, Wonder Woman.

But, when I went to buy the costume I was like, "Where's the rest of it.? Is B for books or boobs? Was the toothfairy a stripper? To check temperatures or raise them? Oh, hell no. Heels?"

Halloween has become a different type of freakshow and all that I am don't fit prettily into polyester and spandex.

I'd much rather be a sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong, Lochness. Goblin, ghoul, a zombie with no conscience. Everybody knows I'm a motherfcking monster.

Society is trying to squeeze the fantasy out of us--turn our feminine fatal.

So, this year I think I'll be monster. Let me be mummy--empty of all organs so they'd never fail me. Only my heart would remain, the center of inteligence and emotion. But, I'd never need to feel another pair of greedy eyes on me.

Monster.

I'd much rather be vampire--my reflection disapearing every time I looked in the mirror so I wouldn't have to worry about flaws that stare blankly back at me. I will suck everyone woman's sterotype out of your throats.

Monster.


I've heard that some of the most beautiful women are the craziest ones. On a good day I'm human, on a full moon--werewolf that I exist when the lunar ticks. Ticking 'till the time comes when I'm finally comfortable in my own skin.

Monster.

Let me be your worst nightmare for one night. I'll shed away my wings and  Betsy Johnson's and I'll play boogieman. See, I know what you're afraid of--A woman who can do bad, no evil, all by herself. But, nowadays, boogieman is a lot less frightening than a strong woman.

Monster.

But, no matter what garments we wrap ourselves in, 
a woman's status as trick, treat, or geek is not up for discussion.

A woman dressing, acting, or being should be her choice.

If a woman wants to wear a skimpy outfit, let it be her choice.

If a woman wants to cover up let it be her choice.

If I wanna be a motherfcking monster then let it be my choice.

Is B for books or for boobs? Both.

To check temperatures or raise them? Both.

Was the tooth fairy a stripper? Maybe.

But who cares?

See, I'd much rather be woman and if it means that I must be a monster then
Happy Halloween.


I sat there alone watching the rain fall from the sky 
thinking of you in the deep night
mine and no one elses 
I felt myself fade from your mind 

I sat there alone thinking of the last thing you said
in the morning you were gone 
promises broken
as cold and alone as the bed 

I sat there alone with my long sleeve shirt
covering the scars left over 
I looked down at the blank, bare walls and empty drawers
and I realized you were not my lover