November 2010
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Gradi Prater Gradi.
Sometimes I sit and wonder. What is it that I really want? And how am I going to get it? Sometimes, I need some reassurance because I tend to forget my purpose in this world. Who am I? I don’t know. I don’t think anyone does. I’m still trying to get used to it.
I don’t know what I believe in. I don’t know where I belong. I don’t know what my happiness is. I...
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“I just told my parents about him. They are going ballistic. But, the best part...”
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A decent thought.
butterbeer-: I’ve always wondered what events have taken place in a person’s life to make them the person they are today.
For example, if someone was a cynic, what caused them to think like that? Was it something that happened to them personally or was it something they saw that caused their train of thought?
When you get to know someone, their past and their present, it’s interesting to see...
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An unwritten letter.
I never seem to speak my mind anymore. Especially to the one I love the most. I’m scared to tell him how I feel, and what I’ve been up too. I’m so afraid of the outcome and the way he will react towards me. Why am I scared of the person who’s suppose to protect me from scary things? It’s so hard for me to explain the concept and tell him how my feelings aren’t...
“Maybe I wasn’t asking you to love me, maybe I was asking you to...”
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The Beauty of Love...
-afallenstar: Someone asked me to write about the beauty of love and I mulled over it for a day, trying to come up with something whimsical, something picturesque to say about it. I wanted to write about it in a way that would take the reader’s breath away, but I failed. I find nothing beautiful about love. This is the truth. Love isn’t this heart shaped carving on a tree. It’s not found in...
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Superman - LaMont
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Hear hear.
It’s kind of ironic how the faces of those who were quick to judge are now painted by the colors of hypocrisy. Their lips are blue from the whiplash of their short-lived words that spread to their bloodstream like viruses, eyes blind from the burning rays of their reflected idiocy, fingers bent backwards from the constant strain of pointing elsewhere, and lungs suffocated by the drowning of their...
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There are two types of guys.
bustfrunds:
The first type of guys you might come across in life are the ones that are basically summed up in two simple words; Smokin’. Hot. They’re attractive, they have a nice personality, and they are the hugest flirts. They’re the leaders of the pack, and they’re usually players, although in some cases, under all that pride hides a heart. They’re used to girls telling them they’re hot....
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amindundefined:
Continue making mistakes. Learn from said mistakes. Repeat. Grow.
Sometimes, they just happen, no matter how calculated and premeditated your steps are, or no matter how right or justifiable certain things feel. These missteps; just roll with them. Even if it seems as if though you’ve been making the same mistakes over and over again, it only gives you that much more room to...
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“Friends. A simple word isn’t it? It’s uttered everyday to almost...”
