you know you rule when you're dancing in your room to Will Smith instead of studying for exams.

WINNER!

I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Just as black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
just to slip this skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia

i'm done

i just spent the last hour shoveling my driveway and playing with my dog in the snow. I LOVE WINTER.

last week i spent my day listening to old mix cds and dancing around my room in knee socks and my underwear. I LOVE DAYS LIKE THAT.

tonight i'm going tobaggoning with my favourite people in the world. I LOVE MY FRIENDS.

I LOVE MY LIFE.
AND I LOVE YOU.

what can i say? i'm totally awesome.

Why is that your shadow is always three steps ahead of you,
And even when you’re not around I can hear your voice?
The only thing everyone is good at is lying to themselves...

And everyone who is walking around, umbrella in hand,
has deemed themselves the witch.
And I don’t want any more of your balloons to get stuck in a tree,
because frankly you don’t deserve that.
And I’m sorry you’re tired of playing house
but I don’t hold the key for the door to the real world,
I can only help you search for it.

I have a hard time getting it all down,
but when it flows it becomes hard to stop.
And if you want me to summarize forget it,
and if you want me to cut a few lines out I won’t.
Because if something is important enough to remember,
it shouldn’t be erased from the mind or the eyes.

Throw whatever you want at me,
I’ll make it through anything.
i'm not even close to giving up.

I write, but I do not consider myself a writer. I lie, but I do not consider myself a liar. I sing, but do not consider myself a singer. I build, but do not consider myself a builder. I hate, but do not consider myself a hater. I love, but do not consider myself a lover. How much of something do you have to do, to become it? What does it take to become something?

I believe, and I’d like to consider myself a believer. I give, and would like to consider myself a giver. But I also receive, yet am hesitant on whether or not it is okay to accept that you are a receiver. I can play sports, I can paint, I can play the piano and I can cook. However, does it mean that you can become something even if you aren’t good at it? If I paint a picture of a stick person holding a flower, am I a painter? If I can play “Mary had a little lamb” on the piano, am I a pianist?

What exactly does it take to become something? Do you need to have a career in what you do in order to be it? Or if I simply sit at home writing pages on pages of words and thoughts, am I able to consider myself a writer? To become something, does it need to be acknowledged by someone else? Do you need to get paid for what you’re doing in order for it to be worth something?

I learn everyday, and consider myself a learner. Maybe it’s not what someone else gets of it that matters. Maybe when you get some type of satisfaction out of something, some feeling, some emotion, some pride… maybe that’s when you become it. Or maybe, no one ever becomes anything at all.

-anonymous

i'm 19 now and i'm a university girl now too. damnnnn
i love my friends and rancid very very much.
<3

My insides have disappeared. And the words that usually come out of me as if my fingers were pencils, have decided to go into hibernation. But my mind is another story. And somehow I always manage to think up these crazy scenarios that make my empty stomach cry for it’s family back. But you know, sometimes they aren’t always crazy, and sometimes they aren’t always untrue. Searching gets harder and harder, as the destination doesn’t quite exist yet. Crashing cars into streetlights wont make everything all right. And when you walk down the street you shouldn’t have to feel like you’ve been spinning in circles for hours. Sometimes you deserve to feel okay. And you should get the chance to walk straight again. There’s no more ink left in this pen, no lead left in this pencil, and the keys on your keyboard keep getting stuck. And all the good things you think up in your head, quickly disappear the second you try to remember them again. And not all the times are bad. In fact, most of them are quite good. And maybe that’s what makes it worse, because you know that’s what you’ll eventually be leaving. And you never want to give up hope on yourself, or on him, or on what you’ve built around you. But what was once so strong, seems to be getting weaker…but you keep trying to fix what’s been broken, just to make it last a little longer.

I really am empty this time.

you no longer fit into any of your clothes
so what is it you’re supposed to do now
you could go out and go shopping
and buy some that fit
but you’ll just gain all that weight back
the second you become happy again

and sometimes the lines
that are the worst ones to write
turn out to be the best ones to hear
because somewhere someone understands
and it helps make their fears, a little more clear

and what’s symbolic to you
may not be to some
but what matters is
you’re trying
despite how hard it may be

and she doesn’t write just to get it done
and he doesn’t do it to get rich
there is something and they are something
completely different then the rest

i don’t know whether to scream at you
or talk to you until one of us falls asleep
but I can assure you that either way
im always in arms reach

for you, for me, for them
you’re trying harder everyday
but tomorrow I’d like to tell you
to forget about me
to forget about them
and to remember yourself alone

these words aren’t nearly as good as the last ones
and will be better then some to come
but if that flower falls over I’ll pick it up
and if there’s someone calling, I’ll answer
just in case it’s you that needs, that wants, that wishes

i don’t like this anymore
i don’t know what to say
im not ready to leave just yet
but I have a strong urge to run away

but the mornings still come
and the cheeks still rise
and your eyes still open
just as wide as mine

so here we are
stuck in something
but it’s not quick sand, it’s not cement, it’s not clay
so just take off your shoes and step forward
you and I will have better days

and it keeps getting worse
and I keep writing
it’s time to run and hide
forget about me
forget about them
it’s all about you this time.

you are an idiot =)
but you're still my best friend, don't ever forget that 
<3