haircut

someone.

Its strange, how much of yourself you can sacrifice for someone, how you forget about everything thats important to you, and go completely OUT of your way to do something nice, something different. Fuck the priority list. Who gives a rats ass if you aren't comfortable? You're going to take out the time anyway. You're going to change who you are and what you believe in, basically your ENTIRE outlook on life, and only... for your special someone.

Theres only one problem with the whole fairytale-scenario here, bub;
Theres always a fucking ratio.

You know, sometimes I honestly wish things were different. Like, remember toddlerism? Lifes easy as, 1-2-3. But, wait, thats exactly how it is.

Love didn't - doesn't - will never exist. And you should never expect anything like that from anyone. It'll only lead to more and more dissapointment.

'Someone' will always fuck up everything. They'll burst your bubble, and make your heart ache. They'll make you wish you never had faith in love. Whats worse, is that sometimes..
You can be that someone too.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zxPcmi1U25g

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I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning…to the end.

He noted that first came her date of birth
And spoke the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.

For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth…
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.

For it matters not, how much we own;
The cars…the house…the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.

So think about this long and hard…
Are there things you’d like to change?
For you never know how much time is left,
That can still be rearranged.

If we could just slow down enough
To consider what’s true and real,
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.

And be less quick to anger,
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we’ve never loved before.

If we treat each other with respect,
And more often wear a smile..
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.

So, when your eulogy’s being read
With your life’s actions to rehash…
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?

- Linda Ellis.

XoXo

OI. Its Valentines Day in three days. Ha. Uh, nevermind.

the fourth kind

I saw the movie today, 'twas fucking scary. Especially since nobody knows that I'm secretly very scared of aliens. Secretly. Oh, and Milla Jovovich is HOT.

My perpetual cough is still... perpetual? I had like five times the dose of medicine I was suppose to have without telling mother, but she found out (Murphy's Law.) I was lectured about overdose and britney murphy etc, etc. I CANNOT BELIEVE my mother accused me of overdose. FAIL.

two hours and eighteen minutes.

"You've got wits,
You've got looks,
You've got passion,
But I swear that you've got me all wrong."

All wrong
All wrong
But you've got me.

[stolen from Tanushree]