Do you even notice the wind
As it frames your face
Do you see the sun
As a burst of light behind your eyes
Do you seek beauty in a life full of lies
They call Doctor’s 1-8 “Classic Who”
They call Doctor’s 9-11 “New Who”
The 12th Doctor should be called “Boo Who”
I’ve just cried so many times it seemed fitting.
There was a time, where I had my brother go to the bathroom window and watch me streak down our street and back.
I’ve come to understand why men want women to “go make them a sandwich”, and “stay in the kitchen”. Men are nourished, and brought up with love from women from day one. We need someone there to care for us throughout life, and take over the role of the motherly figure. Unfortunately this concept has been misunderstood, and now comes across as sexist. Which is understandable because men have a tendency to make themselves look masculine to hide this demeaning, unknowing, but very truthful fact.
5 months ago
One thing I learned in life, that both my mother and nonna have told me time and time again, women are trouble, and some of them have this desire to alter their thoughts on their own behave. Make themselves believe something that is so messed up.
This isn’t about anyone in particular, simply someone who doesn’t matter. Someone who never mattered, and never again will.
Yesterday at Prom I was nominated for “Happiest Person”, I didn’t win, but just being nominated made me feel great; considering I’ve been struggling for years now.
6 months ago
Yesterday I bought a new chromebook, a Dalek mug, a sonic screwdriver, and went to prom. I had such a good yesterday.
9 months ago
Lately, I’ve had this obsession with wanting to become a hero. It started off simple when I started watching the show Heroes, and of course it was no big deal at the time. It was mostly just because the show had a realistic feel and I have a broad imagination. Except lately, it’s been more of a desire that can not be extinguished by anything. This happened when I came in contact with a robbery. I was at a store full of many different collectible items, and other sorts of items, and this man runs past me, brushing my shoulder. When the store clerk says “Wait for me!” and this criminal who has fueled my obsession replies “Nope.” and bolts off. Though at the time, I was not aware of what was happening until after he was long gone, but since I did not stop him, I feel like it was partly my fault. Since then, I’ve wanted to be a hero.
10 months ago
I feel school is the least efficient way to measure intelligence. You should not be able to tell me, based on how well I reflect my thoughts, and how soon I can hand them to you, how smart. To me that seems ridiculous and completely unfair. Lately, I’ve been thinking about intelligence a lot, and if it is in fact true, the more you know the harder it is for you to be happy. I’ve been debating with myself by questioning every piece of information thrown my way. This also leads to my turning in on myself, and staying contained in my tiny mind. Everything has been trapped inside of me, all my thoughts, feelings and ideas; not even my writing wishes to show itself recently. I have also discovered recently that no matter who a person is to you now, when they become your past, they die with a part of you. I have changed my appearance yet again and I feel as though I could have never thought this to be the young man I would shape into. I believe though, it has come with all the self-awareness, and self-knowledge I have been attaining through the years.
Every boyfriend needs to be the kind of guy who wants to go on walks with his girlfriend, that is willing to let her apply make up to his face for a few laughs, that will suggest that they bake something together, or paint together. Every boyfriend needs to have a sense of humour, and even through her tears, you can make her smile or laugh. You need to accept her taste in music, whether it is very far off from yours, or almost the exact same. Every difference you two have, is what makes you two separate people, you should cherish those things. Every boyfriend needs a loving and caring girlfriend.
1 year ago
How much longer can the Fool believe in his future? The suffering clings to him, like an unwanted companion, going where ever he does. Growing in size for every step that he takes and feasting on any sort of emotion the Fool doth feel. Leaving him with stress, depression and full on anxiety. This was never a game, but now things are just getting down right difficult. Take this journey on your knees, sick with no more ease. See how far you take this road, for no one will really ever know.