Sarah is spelled V.A.N.I.T.Y.
I'm one step closer to Revolution!
Break out of the traditions you hold dear
And write your own history
Make your mark on the world
And you'll find immortality.
Looking back now
I never really got it right.
Let's hear it for hate. Let's hear it for love. Let's hear it for lust. Let's hear it for content. Your band is shit. What?! You want honesty dont you? I have a love [Mike]. He's mine and I'm his. Thus, I am not yours. Hmm, that's a fact. I'm 21, like age will save me from the "teen" years. I pride myself on being perfect.. but I'm not so where does that leave me? I'm not quite sure yet. I dont know who I am and I dont really mind it. A mystery is always good. I can be nice if I want to be but most of the time I dont. What? You want honestly dont you?! I tend to wear my heart on my sleave so I wont let you close to me, how else am I supposed to protect myself. I have my breakdowns and my pickups. My good days and my bad. I'm normal and will never try to be anything other than that. I'd like to say I take one day at a time but i dwell in the past. I can't help it. I guess it keeps me from worrying about the future more than I already do. Modesty is and isn't my strong suit. Oh well.. we all have our downfalls. Luckily. Yours aren't mine. I'll take care of you if you're my friend. But if you're not .. expect no special treatment. Why? you ask. Because.. you're not special. You're my heart if I love you because you're one of those that taught me how to love. I love the rain and when it's overcast. Wanna play with me? Find the storms. That's where I live. If you're not careful I'll steal your heart. And then sell it on ebay with Mike's paypal account.
[popculturewithapin]
ecclectic and excentric. self-proclaimed dork. a realist idealist. witty and sharp. i carefuly make impressions not judgements through obsercation. i have a tendency for hiding who i truly am until i know i can trust someone. emotional. temperamental and highly unpredictable. i'm a moody one at best. i wear my hyeart on my sleeve like a bruise or a black eye. i'm a walking contradiction at times. feisty to the care, i'll tear you a new asshole if you get on my nerves. my quirky and childish antics inclue [butnotlimitedto] inevitably attempting to to use my fist as a microphone while serenading you via passenger seat, amusing you with the soundtrack of my life and of course biting your arm when i dont get my way. to sum me up is a task deemed impossible. an unequal proportional ball of sass, romantic tendancies, sarcasm, intelligence and a bit of bitterness held against this world that i was born to lose in, but a hint of stubborness that i refuse to be held down and live to win from.
i'm only a picture of a girl who you're going to summarize in one brief thought because it seems everyone now-a-days is drowning in a shallow pool and even if you're not some shallow nitwit you'll still do it because you really will never know me nor have you ever really know, thus making all your assumptions...[false].
i hurt unintentionally because i mainly disclose that i do not feel. therefor i do now show much of my emtions [atleastnottoyou]. on the contrary i dont disclose ..i feel everything. i'm as sensitive as a flower and whatever my surrounding are will either flourish or wilt me. i think the main reason why i chose not to display my emotions is because i've had them get me into trouble too much. i've seen too many crusified for such things and, really, i'm quite sure that if i was to publish a letter to the world of all my thoughts and feelings, i would instantly be locked up in a mental institution, or if i was to display them i would find myself more vulnerable to hurt..
[i'm vulnerable to hurt either way]
Pain is amazing
sometimes i question whether i am a good person or not. if what i'm saying to people really is genuine and not just shadowed and lost behind some cruel intention -because our brains think much more than we could ever imagine-
but then i've lost things, i've lost people and i've spent hours crying. i've spent nights and weekends alone at home in bed thinking about how i really lost them, [callmeweakasyouwant], and then i realized that i must have really cared. and in the end.. when you're about to leave this world.. dont you want someone to care?
marriage is great for the man but death for the woman.
he suffocates her and then runs around complaining
that he's doing a dead woman. when he's the one
that killed her.
to be honest you're probably not worth my time.
i'm not a feminist. i'm a [humanist]. i have always believed everyone should be treated equally.
so many women complain that men dont treat them as equals... but in that respect [andinthatmindset]
we, as women, arent giving men due credit. everyone (male and female) is different. how fair is it of
women to classify all men, because of one bad apple, as stubborn, unfaithful, crude, and insensitive?
and how fair is it of men to classify all women as weak, jealous, prude, and overly-sensitive? in the end
we all have our perfections and faults. find out where you stand, who you are, and cherish it.
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