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i know, i’m doing alot. and maybe it just cuz i’m in a weird mood but… This is for alll the worms i call my friends that i find in books. i called one of them bridget.
(Source: isaboutwords, via timaspublishing)
"But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you."
Louis Sachar (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
This is so beautiful i almost cried. am I dumb for it?
(via psych-facts)
Wednesday
Morning are always the hardest. Last night I dreamt about golfing and I needed socks and then something about a fezz hat. But he was there. And before I open my eye I remember where I am and am not. I wish I could control my dreams more. I hope we can be friends but I’m not sure of he wants to be. It sucks. I know your sick of hearing about all this but its on my mind. I figure if I write it down, it might help. I hope I don’t see him at Safeway. I don’t think he’d talk to me if he did. On another note I’m hoping to have work by the end of this week. Oh I hope so. I’m also looking for more friends. I got to see the inside of Qwest the other day. Where they make planes. It was cool. Maybe I’ll look into that flight school for being a flight attendant.
ballet
Ada is taking ballet in the fall… my daughter is going to be a ballerina. this makes me happy. it makes me smile and feel stuff. pretty amazing huh?
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
An old emotional wound can start to heal once you see your past from a new perspective. You may have an unexpected “Aha!” experience today as a sudden realization allows you to let go of a self-imposed limitation. Be ready to move forward once you acknowledge that your previous point of view might have been holding you back in ways you couldn’t imagine.
new song by me.
so instread of many men…. its.. (and you should read the lyrics along with this.) http://www.metrolyrics.com/many-men-lyrics-50-cent.html
many pens. they die on me
got poke in the eye, kitty, i cant see
I’m trying to fly, but i’m way to high,
and whiteness trying to my wife away
i hurt someone for writting on me
or the wall, now you’re gonna.. not see…
watch how you ink, when you ink on me!
many pens… many many many pens. on top my desk ,looking sharp and fly.
wish that they wouldn’t die, lord don’t spill ink no more!!!!
don’t look to the sky no more
have lead pencil on me.
