KARE

-You are the only good suggestion. Truth in an age of question. And in my compassless digression, you give me sense of direction. I got it bad for you. So bad for you. The naughty what nots for you. A deep soft spot for you. I wasn't sure how I should tell you, and all my other ideas fell through. This is the best way I could tell you... you look like Love. So just pop it in and play. I'll be around in a couple of days to find out if you feel the same way. You look like Love. There is no greater weapon than her name. No chemical toxin quite the same.-
Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.
leave it.
"I dont question your existence." -God.
I bet you didn't know that I am terrified of the dark, and every time I think of you, I smile. I bet you don't know that I hate thunderstorms but love dancing in the rain. or how much I laugh with my friends & how much I truly enjoy being happy. or how much I doubt myself every day. I bet you don't know how ticklish I am or how I can't make decisions. & how it drives me crazy when you look into my eyes. I bet you didn't know that I would do anything to be with you. But mostly I bet you didn't know how much I love you. -Grey's Anatomy
The time has come, my little friends, to talk of other things. Of shoes and ships and sealing wax, of cabbages and kings. And why the sea is boiling hot, and whether pigs have wigs. Calloo, Callay, come run away. With the cabbages and kings.
Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.
If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
if i run, ill just become like all the faking lights.
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im not afraid of death. im afraid of the feelings death brings people.
you may think im a bad person. you may think i do bad things. you may not know that im glad that ive had the experiences ive had. you may not know that im actually not a bad person at all. you may only think of me as the girl that didnt talk for so long that when she finally had to say something her voice was muffled and unheard. i may be the girl that never stopped talking about new jersey. maybe im someones ex girlfriend to you. maybe you think im exactly like the people i hang out with. you didnt know that i dont hang out with bad people. maybe you look at my myspace and think you know ABOUT ME, but you dont. what you should know though.. is that i hate it when people touch my neck, my boyfriend isnt a douchebag, i love the smell of honey suckles, i hate it when people go through my things, ill stick up for whoever whenever, i cant write anymore, im in a huge art rut, im content with my life, i miss my friends in new jersey more than anything right now, and if you talk about che then youre talking about me.
i have a boyfriend. thats weird for me to say. but i do. and i like his small hands, and the way he looks when hes concentrating or tired. it really weirds me out how much better for me he is than all the others were. he does the things he says he will. even if they all havent happened yet, i know that they will. i havent known that with anyone else.
ive been participating in art related activities my whole life, but i still cant just up and draw anything i want. and that bothers me.
tell me a joke that i can steal.
i love being in the country, but i also think that the city was made for me.
if you look past all my junk, and see me how i am at the moment you meet me, and only worry about that, youll like me. and ill like you.
forgive, never forget.
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The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.
-andywarhol.
-well, the fever is basically, what ever ails you, or presses you... It could be anything, in my case it’s my neurosis my... depression...but I don’t want it to be limited to that... it's certainly different for different people...so, what ever keeps you up at night... and the, and the mirror's like, as you might have guessed, self-examination, or reflection, or whatever form... this could be vanity, or self loathing... I, I know I’m, I’m guilty of both... The scales are essentially our attempt to solve our problems quantitatively, through logic or rationalization... In my opinion it’s often fruitless, but... always, no, not always... And the clocks and calenders is uh... is just... time... our little measurements, its like, its always chasing after us.-conor.
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i know how to embarass people, but yeah. youre my best:
LAMOURRIME=AIM.
talk loud. laugh loud. live loud.shy.
paint.
write.
And we'll keep working on the problem we know we'll never solve
Of Love's uneven remainders, our lives are fractions of a whole.