It's been a long time

But I promise to start writing again. None of that reblogging shit
For now, here's a poem that moved me

Do not stand at my grave and weep;

I am not there.

I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.

I am the diamond glints on snow.

I am the sunlight on ripened grain.

I am the gentle autumn's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,

I am the swift uplifting rush

Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;

I am not there.

I did not die.

Tuesday 9:00 AM

by Denver Butson

A man standing at the bus stop
reading the newspaper is on fire
Flames are peeking out
from beneath his collar and cuffs

His shoes have begun to melt
The woman next to him
wants to mention it to him
that he is burning
but she is drowning
Water is everywhere
in her mouth and ears
in her eyes
A stream of water runs
steadily from her blouse

Another woman stands at the bus stop
freezing to death
She tries to stand near the man
who is on fire
to try to melt the icicles
that have formed on her eyelashes
and on her nostrils
to stop her teeth long enough
from chattering to say something
to the woman who is drowning
but the woman who is freezing to death
has trouble moving
with blocks of ice on her feet

It takes the three some time
to board the bus
what with the flames
and water and ice
But when they finally climb the stairs
and take their seats
the driver doesn't even notice
that none of them has paid
because he is tortured
by visions and is wondering
if the man who got off at the last stop
was really being mauled to death
by wild dogs.


p.s it's been a while since i've blogged. I'll be back soon.

30 Day Challenge - Day 2

Day 2

2. A famous person you’ve been compared to.

When I started, three years ago, doing song covers on Youtube, I always got comments saying “YOU LOOK LIKE BRENDA SONG”. I see no resemblance except for the fact that she’s Asian and has long hair down below her boobies. But whatevs, she’s pretty.

I’ve also been compared to a Bollywood dancer, but I couldn’t find a picture. LOL

In all honesty,

I need someone with a mutual addiction for love

**

Now ladies, we really should be mad at ourselves
'Cause see, some women just tolerate way too damn much
Now I know we gotta choose our battles
But damn it, every woman gotta breaking point
And see the next time he’s testin’ your love
You put your finger in his face and you tell him

Say my love has a limit (say my love has a limit)
Say my love has a limit (say my love has a limit)
Said if your love has a limit, girl (said if your love has a limit)
Say my love has a limit, yeah (say my love has a limit)

30 Day Challenge - Day 1

1. The person you like and why you like them

This is my boyfriend, Dominic. I’ve liked him for a year and 4 months. When I first met him, all we did was watch movies, smoke pot, and not do shit with our lives (him more so than me). I can now honestly say that we did a lot of growing up together. I think we’re more mature now than we’ve ever been before. Despite the fact that he is probably the least-romantic man I’ve ever met, he makes up for it by being understanding and patient with me and loving me unconditionally.  He’s not perfect, but neither am I! Sure, we have days when we wanna punch each other in the face. But what couple doesn’t? We fight and that’s okay. The arguments we have are just like tests and as a result we get stronger. We’re both aiming for the big picture; be successful individuals, get married, and have 128305 babies. Jk, probably only 3. And hey, if it doesn’t go as planned and we go our separate ways, I’ll still be happy knowing that I was lucky enough to have him. 

oh, and i also like him because we can fart around each other.

Reblogged from Sheila Wesa

ugh, my favorite blog from her. STORY OF MY LIFE. 

I feel like stuffing my head in a fucking pillow and not coming up for air. I'm drowning in my own miserable pity anyways, so really, what's the difference? People underestimate me, people mistake my kindess for weakness (Mr. Adams quote), my parent's think I'm an untrustworthy lunatic incapable of being safe and my boyfriend considers playing Pokemon a much more important task than listening to me relinquish all of my problems.

I understand that I can sometimes be overbearing, persistent and selfish, but are those not qualities everyone else possess? I truly wish that people would just stop acknowledging me as the pale girl with no backbone. The snide quips that are implied as jokes are getting a little vexing and the anger that's directed towards me for no legitimate reason is beginning to irritate me. I try to look past all the chafe comments but continuing to be the bigger person is becoming a task too difficult to complete. This in turn just leads to a plethora of pent-up anger that is usually let out by detrimental means. I get the urge to scream into my pillow until my insides have been gagged out and cry until my eyes can no longer open. This frustration is only increased when my parents decide to deny me the one privilege I worked and payed so much to attain while using the excuses of "you're not safe" or "you're not familiar with your surroundings." A big "fuck you" goes out to them and and everyone else who thinks that bringing me down should be a past time. Even my own boyfriend, who according to yesterday, "loved me more than anything" deems playing Pokemon more imperative than helping me feel better. I extremely dislike the fact that whenever he is in need of me, I drop everything to be at his side immediately. This seems too impossible for him to attempt and therefor leads to Pokemon-playing.

The jokes thrown my way, the vehicle denial and refusal do to Pokemon would all be very humerus if these things were in fact not happening to me. Alas, the jokes sometimes hurt, the driving abstinence occasionally makes me cry and the guy I'm in love deems a bunch of fictitious creatures on a screen more valuable than my feelings. This all just make me want to become a nun and seclude myself within thick, stone walls.

emotionally drained.

We both need to stop pretending. Lose all the fucking pride, put that shit aside, and be real with each other. Because in the end, i KNOW this is real. I don't think it's real, I know. It all just comes down to being crazy in love. Even if we sometimes don't show it the right way.

Dear Blog,

I hate ignorant people. I hate my parents.

Probably The Best Wedding Invitation I've Ever Seen.

this gives me hope