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About Me

Artists feel things differently then regular people"
The more things change, the more they stay the same. I'm not sure who the first person was who said that. Probably Shakespeare, or maybe Sting. But at the moment, it's the sentence that best explains my tragic flaw: my inability to change. I don't think I'm alone in this. The more I get to know other people, the more I realize it's kind of everyone's flaw. Staying exactly the same for as long as possible, standing perfectly still. It feels better somehow. And if you are suffering, at least the pain is familiar. Because if you took that leap of faith, went outside the box, did something unexpected...who knows what other pain might be waiting out there? Chances are it could be even worse. So you maintain the status quo, choose the road already traveled, and it doesn't seem that bad, not as far as flaws go. You're not a drug addict, you're not killing anyone... Except maybe yourself a little. When we finally do change, I don't think it happens like an earthquake or an explosion, where all of a sudden we're like this different person. I think it's smaller than that. The kind of thing most people wouldn't even notice unless they looked really, really close. Which, thank God, they never do. But you notice it. Inside you, that change feels like a world of difference, and you hope that it is... That this is the person you get to be forever. That you'll never have to change again.(everwood)
choreography by: Mark Kanemura, Ft. Billy(front left) and Wylee(front right)

My Interests

Interests


And I will sing my song for you
until you look me in the face.
Press your lips against my own
so I know the taste.
And I will sing my song 4u
until the bombs wipe out the clouds.
I will stand against the ruins
& I will SCREAM YOUR NAME OUT LOUD!!!!

"You dance inside my chest, Where no one sees you"

More interests

pepsi Coke
Non-interests
- ppl that complain about their lives
- working
- Getting fat
- sharks
- pantie lines
- sand
- beer
- mushrooms
- rap music
- stuck up ppl
- cute ppl that say "i'm ugly"
- sluts
- too much serious-ness
- people that talk and dont listen!

beauty is a primeval phenomenon
which itself never makes an appearance
but the reflection of which is visible
in a thousand different utterances
of the creative mind
& is as various as nature herself

a beautiful melody rising
fm crushing noise, i like the sun
rising over the ocean except the sun
is made fm water & the ocean fm fire
& your not here so neither am i.
we're on fire melting and burning into the sky.

I'd like to meet:

i am loved...by this guy & he's my fav!!!


I'm here again A thousand miles away from you A broken mess, just scattered pieces of who I am I tried so hard Thought I could do this on my own I've lost so much along the wayThen I'll see your face I know I'm finally yours I find everything I thought I lost before You call my name I come to you in pieces So you can make me wholeI've come undone But you make sense of who I am Like puzzle pieces in your eyeThen I'll see your face I know I'm finally yours I find everything I thought I lost before You call my name I come to you in pieces So you can make me whole!I tried so hard! So hard! I tried so hard!Then I'll see your face I know I'm finally yours I find everything I thought I lost before You call my name I come to you in pieces So you can make me whole So you can make me whole

apparently Mia Micheals is a bitch...

Music:


Music:Acoustic is amazing
and Ambient is blissful
i also love experimental, alternative, and rock.

My hands are searching for you My arms are outstretched towards you I feel you on my fingertips My tongue dances behind my lips for youThis fire rising through my being Burning I'm not used to seeing youI'm alive, I'm aliveI can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healingMy hands float up above me And you whisper you love me And I begin to fade Into our secret placeThe music makes me sway The angels singing say we are alone with you I am alone and they are too with youI'm alive, I'm aliveI can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healingAnd so I cry The light is white And I see youI'm alive, I'm alive, I'm aliveI can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healingTake my hand I give it to you Now you owe me All I am You said you would never leave me I believe you I believeI can feel you all around me Thickening the air I'm breathing Holding on to what I'm feeling Savoring this heart that's healed

Hello I've waited here for you EverlongTonight I throw myself into And out of the red, out of her head she sangCome down And waste away with me Down with meSlow how You wanted it to be I'm over my head, out of her head she sangAnd I wonder When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good againThe only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sangBreathe out So I could breathe you in Hold you inAnd now I know you've always been Out of your head, out of my head I sangAnd I wonder When I sing along with you If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good againThe only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sangAnd I wonder If everything could ever feel this real forever If anything could ever be this good againThe only thing I'll ever ask of you You've got to promise not to stop when I say when She sang
names i Astrid, Willow, Rylee, Landin, Tabitha, Teagan

Heroes:

Mommy

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...memories last a lifetime but the fact that we are not going to be making new ones together for a long time is what is so hard...letting go is the hardest thing one can do...you have all given me ...
Posted by all.that.is.tough on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Teresa... Koa... Don... Nelson... Matt... Gina... memories last a lifetime but the fact that we will not be making new ones together for a long time..is what hurts...letting go is what hurts the most...
Posted by all.that.is.tough on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST