If I sit here and weep I'll be blown over by the slightest of breeze
i love seeing people's accounts here change
and grow as they do in terms of how they use their words and how
their style changes from account to account i think it's really
great i rly don't care much about this site aside the small
group of followers/followings i have but even outside of that
it's really nice to see a person's evolution catalogued
here
This world has taught me to always look at things with a
critical eye-
and to always be the distant one, in order to save yourself from being left behind
to always put yourself first: because no one else will –
and to always view things with a sense of humour, but to never take crap from anybody.
This world has taught me to be the controlling one, to never be controlled –
and to always smile, yes; but also have time to cry
but to never cry in front of anyone, because that displays weakness and weakness is always wrong.
This world has taught me that being vulnerable will get you nowhere, and let’s face it-
sympathy is an extinct emotion, the mere traces of it left behind on the fake smiles on people’s faces
because that is all that’s left of our materialistic world and everyone in it.
This world has taught me that caring for anyone other than yourself is pointless
because in the end you become the useless one.
Yes, the world has taught me many things; but I can’t seem to learn my lesson.
and to always be the distant one, in order to save yourself from being left behind
to always put yourself first: because no one else will –
and to always view things with a sense of humour, but to never take crap from anybody.
This world has taught me to be the controlling one, to never be controlled –
and to always smile, yes; but also have time to cry
but to never cry in front of anyone, because that displays weakness and weakness is always wrong.
This world has taught me that being vulnerable will get you nowhere, and let’s face it-
sympathy is an extinct emotion, the mere traces of it left behind on the fake smiles on people’s faces
because that is all that’s left of our materialistic world and everyone in it.
This world has taught me that caring for anyone other than yourself is pointless
because in the end you become the useless one.
Yes, the world has taught me many things; but I can’t seem to learn my lesson.
He doesn't think he treats her better than he treated me,
But he says things about her, and tells her things he never told me,
I'm not jealous, I just wish that he'd see ,
He broke up with someone he could be with completely,
Then only about a month later did he start to date her,
When she's states away,
And she seems to make him happier than I ever did
Though I was the one who was there for him when she had no clue,
He hadn't even told her his mother had died,
Atleast not until a couple months ago
I'm trying to be happy with my someone else,
The someone who relates to and deals with things as I do, but it's not that easy,
Cuz I can't touch him, or hug him right now,
I don't even know why I'm writing all of this out,
But, oh well..
But he says things about her, and tells her things he never told me,
I'm not jealous, I just wish that he'd see ,
He broke up with someone he could be with completely,
Then only about a month later did he start to date her,
When she's states away,
And she seems to make him happier than I ever did
Though I was the one who was there for him when she had no clue,
He hadn't even told her his mother had died,
Atleast not until a couple months ago
I'm trying to be happy with my someone else,
The someone who relates to and deals with things as I do, but it's not that easy,
Cuz I can't touch him, or hug him right now,
I don't even know why I'm writing all of this out,
But, oh well..
Life is for deep kisses,
strange adventures,
MIDNIGHT SWIMS,
and rambling conversations. ♥
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"Maybe it's
me."
The words left her mouth before she could stop them. The silence following was awkward and tense and she didn't look up for fear of what his expression would be.
"You think so?" he said finally. His disappointed tone caught her attention - she glanced up to be met with his furious gaze. "It's not you, it's them," he growled. "It's society which is screwed up. You've fine - great, even. You're okay."
She stared at him for a second too long. He faltered, pink staining his cheeks. "What?" he finally muttered self-conciously.
She blinked. "That's pathetic." It wasn't said spitefully but it still caught him off guard.
"W-what?"
"You think it's their fault I hate them? You think it's them?" She looked tired, really tired. "Look over there," she murmured, nodding towards the door of the shop across the street. He did so obediantly.
"See that man?" she asked, referring to the young father crouching over a push-chair in which sat a giggling baby. "His wife passed away in childbirth. And over there?" She didn't even pause in her berating, now looking at two kids skateboarding. "He's so scared of the future, he's thinking about therapy. And over there?" She now focused on two guys sitting a couple tables over. "He's gay and in love with his engaged best friend." She turned her accusatory gaze back on him. "They're all your evil 'society'."
"B-but-"
"Everyone's got problems. Everyone's dealing with something, but people like you just go and blame everything on them. On 'society'. And I think it's pathetic."
He stared at her, gobsmacked.
"There's nothing wrong with 'society'. I just look at it negatively. I'm a negative person with negative thoughts. I like solitude, I don't care enough to get hurt. I'm not scared or anything, I just... can't find it in myself to care. To me, it's fine whatever happens. I'm not broken or anything, I haven't had any past trauma." She sighed. "I was born like this. I'm just..."
She paused, thinking for the right word. He was clueless as to what it could be.
"I'm..."
He stood up, leaned over the table and cut her off with a kiss.
Short. Sweet. Sudden and suddenly over.
"W-" She blinked, astounded. "What the hell? I just insulted you, what's wrong with you?"
He shrugged, trying to hide a sheepish grin, and looked out the window to avoid her furious gaze. "I like honest girls."
She sighed, shaking her head. "I don't get you."
He chuckled. "That's a first."
"Huh?"
"You're too observant. I like keeping you on your toes."
"You kissed me to keep me on my to-"
He kissed her again.
"No."
"I-"
"I told you. I like honest girls. Now, we've got to fix this bad 'no-caring' habit of yours, don't we?"
For the first time since he'd met her, she was speechless.
-FIN-
The words left her mouth before she could stop them. The silence following was awkward and tense and she didn't look up for fear of what his expression would be.
"You think so?" he said finally. His disappointed tone caught her attention - she glanced up to be met with his furious gaze. "It's not you, it's them," he growled. "It's society which is screwed up. You've fine - great, even. You're okay."
She stared at him for a second too long. He faltered, pink staining his cheeks. "What?" he finally muttered self-conciously.
She blinked. "That's pathetic." It wasn't said spitefully but it still caught him off guard.
"W-what?"
"You think it's their fault I hate them? You think it's them?" She looked tired, really tired. "Look over there," she murmured, nodding towards the door of the shop across the street. He did so obediantly.
"See that man?" she asked, referring to the young father crouching over a push-chair in which sat a giggling baby. "His wife passed away in childbirth. And over there?" She didn't even pause in her berating, now looking at two kids skateboarding. "He's so scared of the future, he's thinking about therapy. And over there?" She now focused on two guys sitting a couple tables over. "He's gay and in love with his engaged best friend." She turned her accusatory gaze back on him. "They're all your evil 'society'."
"B-but-"
"Everyone's got problems. Everyone's dealing with something, but people like you just go and blame everything on them. On 'society'. And I think it's pathetic."
He stared at her, gobsmacked.
"There's nothing wrong with 'society'. I just look at it negatively. I'm a negative person with negative thoughts. I like solitude, I don't care enough to get hurt. I'm not scared or anything, I just... can't find it in myself to care. To me, it's fine whatever happens. I'm not broken or anything, I haven't had any past trauma." She sighed. "I was born like this. I'm just..."
She paused, thinking for the right word. He was clueless as to what it could be.
"I'm..."
He stood up, leaned over the table and cut her off with a kiss.
Short. Sweet. Sudden and suddenly over.
"W-" She blinked, astounded. "What the hell? I just insulted you, what's wrong with you?"
He shrugged, trying to hide a sheepish grin, and looked out the window to avoid her furious gaze. "I like honest girls."
She sighed, shaking her head. "I don't get you."
He chuckled. "That's a first."
"Huh?"
"You're too observant. I like keeping you on your toes."
"You kissed me to keep me on my to-"
He kissed her again.
"No."
"I-"
"I told you. I like honest girls. Now, we've got to fix this bad 'no-caring' habit of yours, don't we?"
For the first time since he'd met her, she was speechless.
-FIN-
I can't
see someone loving me.
It's plain and simple, really.
I can't see anyone or
anything loving me.
I can't see that happening.
It's plain and simple, really.
I can't see anyone or
anything loving me.
I can't see that happening.
Just
Jonas ramblings :)
I am so fxcking excited about the new Jonas Brothers album. They've spent over a year putting it together and getting it just right for us to listen to - it's going to be perfect. The songs that they've shared already (Wedding Bells, Let's Go & First Time) are amazing. The whole album is going to be just beautiful. They've spent nearly four years growing up and living life away from the band, and now they've come back to us, the patient fans that remain. These three men have dedicated the majority of their teenage and young adult lives to their fans, never complaining or being rude towards us, only giving us respect, love and music. They have changed so many lives through their music and their words, and also just by being them. We may be getting frustrated with the long wait (somebody needs to give those three a dictionary. I don't think they know what 'soon' actually means), but we need to remember that they've already given so much of their lives to us - we need to give back a little.
I am so fxcking excited about the new Jonas Brothers album. They've spent over a year putting it together and getting it just right for us to listen to - it's going to be perfect. The songs that they've shared already (Wedding Bells, Let's Go & First Time) are amazing. The whole album is going to be just beautiful. They've spent nearly four years growing up and living life away from the band, and now they've come back to us, the patient fans that remain. These three men have dedicated the majority of their teenage and young adult lives to their fans, never complaining or being rude towards us, only giving us respect, love and music. They have changed so many lives through their music and their words, and also just by being them. We may be getting frustrated with the long wait (somebody needs to give those three a dictionary. I don't think they know what 'soon' actually means), but we need to remember that they've already given so much of their lives to us - we need to give back a little.
