untitled.

I hate it when people become really big assholes all of a sudden for no reason.

That is all.

Don't Stop Believing.

Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere.

Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train going anywhere.


You and me babe.

How 'bout it.


♥ b.

Fighting with Time and Space.

I'm done with lyrics, with cryptic.
All I want is the beauty that things can really be.
It seems that I've been too busy covering my eyes, my mind, and my imagintation.
Now, nothing is the way I wanted it to have been.
The violin has been playing,
You and I both know, it's never been something you've enjoyed.
Frankly, there's something else we both know.
You're just unwilling to admit to it, And hold on to a future unseen.
I've been where you haven't, you're going where I'm not.
The new land is calling,
and the reply has been sent.


♥ b.

And, I've got some favourite things.

Alana from THISBLOGOFWONDER asked some questions, and since I ramble, I made it a post.
She's awesome.
These are my answers.
that is all.

Favourite:

Song:This is hard for me, I have a lot of favourite songs... But I'ma go with 'Moonlight Sonata' Preferably the first movement, but the whole thing radiates a beauty like none other.
Place: The Beach. Always the beach.
Film: This is as hard as picking my favourite song, but currently it`s The Pianist.
Author: Steve Berry, for now.
Book: This probably makes me hyper lame, but... Moby Dick.
Series: HARRY POTTER.
Month: May.
Chocolate: Cadbury chocolate is godlike.
Person:
Road: (you don't have to name it, just describe) There's this road that I have to go down to get to my favourite beach. It's a dirt road, and there's farm on either side. Cows are oft near the wooden fence that's falling apart, the sides are lined with Lupins , and it leads to the beach.
House: (doesn't have to be one you've lived in) For me to tell you this you have to understand that PEI has two cities. I live in one for school, and my home is in the other. So anytime I travel from one city to the other I see this house. It's far back from the road, and the drive is roped off. The windows are boarded up, and no one has lived there for as long as I can remember. I want to live there some day.
Weather: Summer rain.
Season: Sprin.
City: New York :)
TV Show: Heroes.
Album: Currently Vauxhall and I - Morrissey
Cartoon Character: Buzz Lightyear.
Non-Fiction book: A Boy Called It. I think?
Animal: Elephants.

And things have changed.

I'm not who I was anymore.
I can see things better, and I can't be bothered with pretending anymore.
i'm done.

just done.

♥ b.

And it doesn't work that way

I want to kiss your face a thousand times, and tell you everything will be okay.

I want to hug you so tight, so you feel like everything will be okay.

I want to hold your hand, so you know everything will be okay.

But, as much as I want to... I can't.

That doesn't mean that you won't be alright, and that doesn't mean you can just give up.
You're beautiful, cheer up. Smile, with that gorgeous smile. And show people that they can't bring you down.


♥ b.

You'll see that life is still worth-while, if you just smile.

And there was trouble.

In my family of course.

My brother has hit this stage where he feels like he's the king of the universe. You know, as most 16 year olds do.
Anyhow, apparently last weekend he and my dad had a huge fight. So, brother packed up and went to the lady friends for the night. Thing is, he called home later and informed the parentals that he would not be back.
Ever.

That is, until the male parental called and told brother that he wanted him home.
The mother was upset of course, as one could imagine a mother would be hearing such things.

Sometimes I find it hard to take sides in situations like this. Not just because I wasn't there to know exactly what happened. But because, with the father and the brother... you never know who said what, who started it, or who ended it. They're both very stubborn men, and hate to lose.
But, the fact that this even happened worries me.
What happens if dad and brother fight again? What if it's worse? What if brother doesn't come back this time?

I feel like sister needs to be there more for brother like I would be if I was around. But sister doesn't care about other peoples problems often, and likes to judge.

He just needs someone to talk to about things.

♥ b

i've got this thing that I consider my only art of fucking people over.