My sister wanted to try falsies.
So she told me to help her put it on.
At one point I glued her eyelids together.
I laughed and ran away.
Good thing it wasn’t super glue.
My sister wanted to try falsies.
Be optimistic, laugh more; I heard it will make you live longer.
For me, that’s not the case because in my world nice guys will always finish first. I think some people would disagree, but to me, “nice guys” who are respectful, kind, sweet, and loyal are always a keeper. I want someone to treat me right, as a gentleman should treat a lady. I wouldn’t want a jerk to boss me around like he’s better than me. In no way I’m I a feminist, but it should be clear to everyone that girls need to be respected too. Many girls however, don’t see it in my perspective. They like “bad guys” because they are in it for the challenge. They want to “tame” him and see if he will change for the better (most time they don’t.) But girls like that won’t realize what they actually need until they grow older — they don’t realize that those guys won’t mature until a decade later. In some cases the guy does change, but that result is very hard to come by. When those girls end up being heartbroken, they say “love sucks” and “guys are jerks” but really, they’re just ignorant to the ones who will treat them right. It’s sad but that’s just how life is I guess. They’ll realize the truth when they grow older.
Music, an international language that had been been acknowledged as one of the popular ways of entertainment by most – if not all – people of this world, is something that a majority of us could not live without. There are many different genres of unique sounds and many are still being created today. Music could be: sad, lonely, happy, exciting, joyful, beautiful, loud, soft, relaxing, terrifying, awe-inspiring, and most of all, relate-able. Though it is less often seen in today’s music, many former artists would often sing songs that had a double entendre to their lyrics. Those songs generally carried a deeper message or meaning that many people could relate to depending on their life. Besides from that, music is highly entertaining and could easily set the mood for various get-together; whether if it is a wedding or funeral, there’s always a song to fit the scene. Not all pieces of music have to be lyrical, anyone who has enough interests could easily write a song in the time span of an hour: even a bird has his own songs akin to a whale having her own melody. Music has the power to connect many different individuals together, giving them something in common to talk about. It is impossible to live in a world where music does not exist and it is easily predicted that both humans and animals will continue to make music until the day where we exist no more.
I don’t know what love is. I’ve read so many stories, so many books, and they all describe love as something great, even magnificent. Love will give you the power to conquer every obstacle and it will render you helpless unless the person you love is by your side; or so they say. I’ve heard that love is wonderful, that it is the greatest feeling in the world. Yet I’ve also heard that love is hurtful, that the pain is worst than falling over a 100 feet cliff. I know what they mean, but I have yet to truly understand. I’ve loved. But I don’t think I’ve ever been in love. I still have plenty of time of course, but one day, I’d want to hurt and I’d want I love. So when I grow older, looking back at my life, I know there’s nothing to regret because I was once in love.
I hate putting up a front.
Acting like I’m alright when everything really isn’t.
I desperately want to grow up.
To relieve myself of this teenage-grown up crossover.
I despise the feeling of being in between.
I’d rather be a child with no responsibilities.
Or an adult with many responsibilities.
But I’m stuck right in the middle.
Not knowing what my responsibilities are.
For people would either tell me that I’m too young.
Or I’m not old enough.
So then I keep going back and forth.
Both as a child and a young adult.
It’s an ending transition that is both confusing and aggravating.
“Great mind thinks alike?”
• The streets when it just rained.
• The sun as it rises and descends from the horizon.
• The sparkling moon over a body of water.
• The wildflowers that bloomed upon the green grass.
• The face of a parent when they first sees their newborn baby.
• The faint arc of a rainbow that runs across the horizon.
• The love of two equally passionate people.
• The smile of a person who you love dearly.
• The sound of nature as it rushes past your ears whenever you’re outside.
There are so many beautiful things in the world that it is impossible to complete a full list of these beauties. So throughout everything that you do, remember to focus on the positives rather than the negatives. Think about all of the good things in life rather than worrying about the bad. Recognize and see the true beauties that are given to you in this world for you only have one life to live.
The second movie we’re supposed to watch is a horror movie. Something about execution. Since I’m deadly afraid of these kinds of stuff, I’m sitting away from the tv, headphones on, and eating some good food. I hope the rest can sleep tonight, considering how much they are screaming.
I would hope so~ (:
Never fall for someone when you know they already have someone else beside them. Not only will it be a hit towards your insecurities, it’s just not worth it. Don’t wait around for someone to change their mind when you could be happy with someone else.
I want to fall asleep.
Well it’s not that I don’t like the confident type. I actually like guys who have respect for himself and know how to carry himself as a well-rounded person. I do not like overly confident guys because most of them are just too cocky and ignorant. I like the quiet, shy type because I am attracted to the more gentle image of a person. I’m a romantic, what can I say. Plus, I feel like (many) quiet people tend to hold vast knowledge and appreciation for the things around them. I like having deep conversations therefore I like the intelligence of an observer. It’s always the quiet ones that surprises you in the end. I would rather pry for the thoughts of a quiet person than to listen to a loudmouth forever blabbing about their opinions. It’s always good to have a listener who pays attention to you when you talk. I dunno, I just like the sweet, shy, and intelligent guy.
Plus, sometimes, silence is beauty.
The world’s not ugly. It’s the people that turns society into a hideous, attention-seeker monster. There’s so much hate in the world that it’s impossible to live in utopia. We just gotta get use to it and live life in the best ways that we can.
Never speak to either of my parents after they had an argument. Stay away for at least 3 hours or I will get blamed for trivial things like leaving homework on the dining table.
The best days are when liquid teardrops decide to fall from the darkened sky and there’s nothing for you to do except lie in bed, curled under a massive bundle of blankets, and listen to the sound of water hitting the ceramic rooftop.
I like to think that it’s because I’m not a talker. I tend to lie back and observe the things around me therefore I often notices the things that others would not. And it helps that I read so much..