Harmony.

98% of teenagers have tried drinking or smoking pot,
if your one of the you beat up the 2% that haven't,
copy this and put it on your profile.
Im so trapped in a world where
everyone ends up christian,
every peircing gets infected,
every song reminds me of breakups,
every ex sits behind me,
every word draws blood,
every muscle gets sore,
every theif gets caught,
every fight ends in tears,
and all that remains the same is a dissapointment to begin with.

Don't steal my friends.
If they wanted you, they'd have found you.

"I don't want you to think this piece of shit is anything other then a pathetic, human defect. Nothing more. Not a monster, not a bogeyman, nothing but another reason to feel better about yourself. Understand that its just a person - not worth devoting any nightmares to.
Bones and tissue and tubes of fat!! All sustained by blood. Nothing more then a poorly tended machine."
"Dear Die-ary, I stared, motionless, before the mirror. As always, i stayed until i'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, seperating me from the room i see on the other side.
I imagine that everything is different. Over there. Better. There are people, in that world, who i would like.
But, like always, my hand hits that glass.
I know that if i'd only waited just one more second..Shit.
Im gonna go kill a party clown."
"You brought existence
To what I never thought could be
A world where eternity finds description
I followed a dream only to be left in reality
You reminded me of the unexplainable
And then reshaped me by your beauty
Knowing you has reinvented love in my heart
The perfection of loves' true existence
Experienced for the first time
I tried so hard to wake from this dream
But instead realized that I never fell asleep."
"I wrecked my glass house years ago.
Now im just playing in the shards."
“America is pregnant with promises and anticipation, but is murdered by the hand of the inevitable...”
"Out comes the light
Awake and rehearse
Out comes the demons
I never saw you
Out comes the mercy
Shutting down hell
Bite down until it bleeds
Out comes the exit"
"Can you inject love's tender touch back into the gang bang?
Can you knit the stiletto back into the bloodstain?
Can you put the bite back into the beast you've broke, and tied and tamed?
Can you crease the wrinkles back into the cracked and open brain?"
"A little less alcohol, a little more Sarah."
"What do you want, freedom? Never forget that your body is existing on the back of the only life sustaining planet in the universe as far as we know, and that each bite you take is a scar upon it’s face, and that each piece you waste is your eternal disgrace. Why don’t you care? How can you turn and care about anything else?
I can't find no place or nothin', where thrills are cheap, and love is divine."
"I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack thereof would leave me empty inside
I would swallow my doubt
turn it inside out find nothing but faith in nothing
Want to put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you
I alone am the one you don't know you
need me take heed feed your ego
Make me blind when your eyes close sink when you get close tie me to the bedpost."
“Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart, even as you have always accepted the seasons that pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen.
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by the tender hand of the Unseen,”
"We think we can live away from what we hate, but are defined by those very things. It feeds upon us...sustained by our belief that we are doing something right. We think we are so great in our protests but we just become the bitter offspring of what we oppose. We become prisoners in our own cages...We spend forever building our defenses, only to have that be what allows us to be controlled!"
"Being drug,
through the mud,
by your bloody puppet strings,
so entwined,
in addictions of the mind,
sparkly diamond rings,
clip your wings
your ego gets you fucking high,
there jealous smiles get you by.
Are you happy now?
baby let me know how.
Your bike is prettier,
my pants are dirtier,
you can buy that shirt,
well i can steal that shirt.
And im sure you'd look better,
it'd bring out those fake lips,
and go great with your architechured hips.
So let the starving die,
and feed the worms,
you look great in that mini skirt.
Spare change, spare change?
Get a job.
Become a rich little bitch,
your filthy to, you dirty snob."
"From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view."
Religion has convinced people that there’s an invisible man…living in the sky, who watches everything you do every minute of every day. And the invisible man has a list of ten specific things he doesn’t want you to do. And if you do any of these things, he will send you to a special place, of burning and fire and smoke and torture and anguish for you to live forever, and suffer and burn and scream until the end of time. But he loves you. He loves you and he needs money.
"That ugly crumpled upper surface of yours, that cerebral cortex, is almost nonexistent in lower animals, but once you got the hang of evolutionary growth and a taste of the inflated cabstract thoughts you could make with that cortex, you enlarged it and enlarged it until it became eighty percent of your volume. Then you started cranking out rarefied ideas as fast as you could crank them, and issuing commands to helpless appendages like me, forcing us to act on those ideas, to give them form. Out of that came civilization. You willed it into being because, with your cortex so oversized and all, you lost your common ground with other animals, and especially with plants; lost contact, became alienated and ordered civilization built in compensation. And there was nothing the rest of us could do about it. You were holed up there in your solid bone fortress, a cerebrospinal moat around you, using up twenty percent of the body's oxygen supply and hogging a disproportionate share of nutrients, you greedy bastard; you had hold of the muscle motor switches and there was no way any of us could get at you and stop you from spoiling the delight of the world."
"You always amazed me
but that's the past
you always amazed me
but that's the past
i kept silent and it rained for days
my insides were drenched
but i guess that's the part of growing up
i never wanted to learn ( wanted to learn)
and i grew into the man
that you never knew
but i wouldn't be this way
if it wasn't for you
100 thank you's
if this is love
fairy tales never came true
judies are black and in full bloom
and i died in the womb
take it back, all that's gone
it's all still there like you left it
december stayed the same
nothing ever changed but you(nothing ever changed but you)
every dream covered in dents
love can't fly tonight
couples will rest, i'll be sleepless
so cry yourself to sleep
this isnt about broken hearts
this is about me
bending again for nothing (nothing)
id run to you but pain awaits
im coming home
but ill be late
no deeper than imagination can be
sight with nothing to see
whats faith if i cant believe
its everything
a cure but i make it a disease
God take me because i hate me
"
Major kudos to anyone that actually read all that.
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