Have no Fear

On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.

That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.

That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.

That you control that completely.

That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.

That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.

That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.

That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.

That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.

That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.

And so are you.

via i wrote this for you



a new life


I can, I can't

I can forgive you for every time you make an excuse not to have to spend time with me and go frolicking off to a friend's house to play a darn video game or watch a mindless, lame porn movie.

I can't forgive you for not wanting to spend some precious time with me.

It's quite simple. Something New

For Sunday Scribblings

It takes a lot of guts to spill things honestly about someone else. I will let you know how newly developed my hate is for your company Marsh!

Recently I have realised.

I don’t care for your company because;

1. Your “humor” is irritating.
2. I can’t seem to get over the fact that you are not only incredibly insecure, but also pathetically fake.
3. You are rude behind my back and respectful to my face.
4. You are not dependable.
5. You like to talk, but never actually attempt to accomplish the things you talk about.
6. Your obsession with trying to appear unique and artsy gets very annoying very fast.
7. You’re one of the biggest hypocrites that I have ever come across.
8. You like to live your life for show.

Hope that clears some things up. And hope we can start new.


“In love, as in gluttony, pleasure is a matter of the utmost precision.”

for sunday scribblings


I have one question for the world- are you human if you have no feelings?

Well I can answer that question for you, NO. I say no because to all the ones that have top put up with being name called and picked on because you don’t hang out with them or because you don’t have $140 to get some new Jersey . Or is it because you’re wearing mismatch clothes with buttons and safety pins, with funky hair with different dyes in your hair. They pick on you just to push your buttons , to see what hurts and what doesn’t . I call them inhuman , because they don’t know how it feels, they don’t know what it is like to look over your shoulder every second of your life. Or to put a mask over your face so they don’t see the tears well up in your eyes. So you ask them why …why. But when you get home it all changes. you cut yourself, you hurt others, you cry and cry and all the while your friends try to help, but it is to late, and now your looking down from above at your friends your wondering what went wrong.
So as I put this mask over my face, think , how does she feel inside.
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