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let it roll, our time is fleeting
so we take control.
one good thing about school is the people, well the goods ones, the freinds. freinds are great and i need them. old and new.
i just can't get off this thought, of lost generations. who are we ? we constanly search for someone, but when defeated fall back on freinds and music. Our generation of bands ( Read more... ) -
and as the summer's ending, the cold air will push your hard heart away...
i think jenna's right -- we are a lost generation. sometimes all we want is something fake to replace what used to be. [anyone gossip girl tonight and that james guy?] i watch people loss themselves in boyfriendsgirlfreinds. sometimes it's sick because people just get together to makeout. she's hot, let's hookup. man, isnt that gross. i hate that ( Read more... ) -
after all of this...
we're leaving. leaving the states, my family and normal life. going to a completely different place, new people a new enviornment. it'll take me the whole trip just to soak it all in. freaking london and paris. the other side of the world. shit, that's scary. i can't grasp how the big the world is until i finally make it to the other side.
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Looking for Alaska...
the sky is bright with lightning and my house is shaking with thunder. when i see the sky flash, i grip the table until the rumble of the gods bowling kicks up. i really thought thunder was the "gods" bowling... was i was younger. it's easier to create a story to explain something then searching for the truth.
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I wrote this from an english prompt. we had to include certain phrases into a orginal piece of writing.
“I lied to you.”
His dry mouth closed and opened, once, twice. He shifted his weight between feet, absorbing the news. Until finally, he spoke, barely enough for her to hear but still straightforward, “That’s the first honest thing you’ve said to ( Read more... ) -
Summer Nights Wasting Away...
its the first night of summer; and my crazy mother won't take me to party it up. darn her. september 18th and i can drive. peace, ma.
maybe i can convice her. do the dishes?
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i'm in some creepy computer lab "uploading to my digital portfolio, miss benros"
the door keeps opening and squeaking. it's hot. one more day. i need waterrr all around me. -
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even in highschool people can be so immature. drama & gossip. stories are meant to be told by those in them, not people watching. grow up and learn to shut your mouth. -
"Love is watching someone die"
i love to write stories, create people in my mind. decide thier fate, decide who they love, who they don't. it gives me so much power, i have so many people, stories waiting for me. sometimes i wish i could control my life like that. but then again i always like a surprise.
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Oh, my talking bird
nevermind, narrow stairs is completely deep and beautiful. that guys is a true artist. hannah and i are analyzing songs.
kudos death cab, kudos.