Cover your ears, honey.
Because the magazines and the celebrities scream
"You'll Never Be Good Enough."
&& if you hear their lies too many times,
they won't be lies any more.
you'll find that the best things in life are willing to crawl through your bedroom window, at four in the morning.
just to go back to sleep beside you.
sometimes the past is too big for the present too hold.
I'm Allison,.
or aaliey alee alle allie niccy[nic]
CUPCAKE. ..whatever
i am most defiently my father's daughter.
and, you proably couldn't be more wrong about me. Im a pretty impossible person to be with. the friends i do have are the most AMAZING people in the whole big bad wide world and, my family is everything to me. i like to laugh and, i do it alot. sometimes too much and, sometimes too loud. occasionally, i make bad decsions and, stupid mistakes. ive been in love, my hearts been broken. and, Im getting over it. i love to walk in the rain and, jump in puddles. I AM ADDICTED TO GUITIAR HERO. mountain dew, white chocolate pretzles and, a few other things. i text more than i talk, which is usually alot. i live in a small town, you proably don't even know where it's at. it's called BATAVIA. i love it, most of the time. the pond will always be the most amazing place in this universe to me. even after i see Italy.
i'm the tell-me-you-love-me-at-random-times and, always-hold-my-hand-when-we're-walking and, call-me-just-to-tell-me-your-thinking-about-me and, kiss-me-passiontly-out-of-nowhere type of girl. i need the little things, it's what makes me melt. i hate, really hate hyprocrisy. but, im proably the biggest one i know. getoverit, your one too.
True love happens when you least expect it. And, all odds are aganist it.
it'll happen.
one promise too late,
always. it never fails.
.
second star to the right, straight on till morning.
NeverLand. it's real.
all you need is a pixie,
a happy thought.
and your friends.
i have a little bit of innonence left. My GariBellZ, helps me hold onto it.
. I've met God across his long walnut desk with his diplomas hanging on the wall behind him, and God asks me, "Why?" Why did I cause so much pain? Didn't I realize that each of us is a sacred, unique snowflake of special unique specialness? Can't I see how we're all manifestations of love? I look at God behind his desk, taking notes on a pad, but God's got this all wrong. We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens. And God says, "No, that's not right." Yeah. Well. Whatever. You can't teach God anything. -Fight Club