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Brianna

What you give away is kept forever. What you keep, is lost forever

About Me

We're not that different, you and I. You lie, presenting before yourself a fake portrayal of who you want to be. Therefore who I think you are really doesn't exist. I guess I do the same thing, by falling for someone who i think has the potential to be a good person, possibly, someday. Blinded by who the person truly is, I make up this fantastical possibility in my mind, seeing through all the negativity and bullshit, not realizing that that is exactly what compiles their very person. This person I percieve you to be doesn't exist either. I need to stop trying to change people. Otherwise I'll continue wandering through life creating webs of relationships with people exsisting only in my imagination.

Don't ever think someone can or will change for you. They can't. They won't. Change is something that happens within, just as in nature. And, like the ripple effect, things around the source are affected...

My Interests

"how many times must you prove your an angel, how many more demons do you have to strangle?"

Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

I'd like to meet:

I dont think anyone should even bother waking up from their deep sleep until they've gained a conscience. For some of us, that would require getting a brain first. I'd like to meet you if you have both of those

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Music:

jack johnson
atmosphere

Movies:

erin brockavich

Television:

desperate housewives
scrubs

Books:

siddhartha

Heroes:

Religion is for people afraid of going to hell, spirituality is for those who have alreay been there.

My Blog

Take me

The thick, double paned glass reveals about three of me when looking into my relection. I reach to my face to feel nothing. The pane's dense plastic takes me, spits me back onto itself like ...
Posted by Brianna on Wed, 26 Dec 2007 09:24:00 PST

you cannot leave the subject blank

  I follow the cracks   Only this time they dont lead me back They lead me down a road of fragmented asphalt You are the oleander that sprouts so free I can see you You are flourishing a...
Posted by Brianna on Fri, 23 Jun 2006 10:10:00 PST