need to get my sexy back guys, haha.
rahrah ahahah, muhmuh muhmuhmuh, rahrah oohlala
want my forty-five.
bye guys, it’s time the fat cats get a heart attack!
Filed under: photo-entry, random, reflective | Tags: emo, life, lyrics, random, reflective
at times when you think the road gets hard and when you get lost without a direction or purpose, remember that you’re not walking it alone.
But you can’t stop nothing
If you got no control
Of the thoughts in your mind
That you kept in, you know
You don’t know nothing
But you don’t need to know
The wisdoms in the trees
Not the glass windows
You cant stop wishing
If you don’t let go
But things that you find
And you lose, and you know
You keep on rolling
Put the moment on hold
The frames too bright
So put the blinds down low
Filed under: daily, random, videos | Tags: dreams, i sound drunk, lyrics, music, school, songs, work
I’M A DREAMER
BUT I A’INT THE ONLY ONE WHO GOT PROBLEMS
BUT WE LEARN TO HAVE FUN
THIS IS OUR WORLD FROM HERE TO YOUR HOOD
WE ALIVE MAN IT’S OKAY TO FEEL GOOD
and this morning i had a really weird dream. it was something about scaling a snowy mountain it involved machine guns and pink grenades, lol. and in other news, i am going to finish tok essay, tok op and world lit all by today. hmm i might call it ambition but you can say it’s wishful thinking.
tralalalalalaaa bao needs a magical flu medicine that doesn’t addle with your brains
Filed under: awesomeness, music, random, reflective, videos | Tags: emo, lyrics, songs
somewhere along the line, the freshness wore off and novelty became boring routine. and we lost that wide-eyed delight we had of our surroundings. we tire of our family members, but are bound to them by flesh and blood; we tire of our lovers, and that’s why we have so many ugly divorces in the world; we even tire of our friends, people who surround us everyday, and (sub)consciously do things to hurt them, to prove that we’re more superior. i guess it’s all in the inherently sadistic nature of humans. we’re never satisfied by the things we have, we always strive for things that we think are better, but end up even worse off. do we seek to inflate our ego with the fact that we have the power to change our circumstances? why are we never satisfied?
why am i never satisfied?
’nuff emoness, enjoy:
i’ve been roaming around
always looking down on all i see
painted faces through the places i can’t reach
