Is starting over…

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You know what irritates me to no end? When people post pictures of themselves giving the camera the middle finger. There is nothing classier than this show of grace and decorum. Twenty five extra points if there is a cigarette dangling from their mouth, fifty points for a bottle of alcohol, a hundred points for a small child somewhere in the photo. I have seen all of the above.

I don’t understand the phenomenon. It does not look bad-ass, it looks skanky. It’s not like anyone looks at your picture where you’re flipping off the camera and thinks “Oh man! This person is such a rebel, look at them! They clearly don’t give a crap about society or its rules. I better not mess with them!” No. These photos have become such a cliche and are synonymous with trash now.

What happened to a simple smile? Obviously, it’s way more “hardcore” to give a big “FUCK YOU!” to the world through your photo (and hey, who doesn’t feel like saying that sometimes?) But seriously. This trend needs to die, hard and fast.

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It’d be nice to go one night without finding a song that makes me cry. I would either like to fast-forward or rewind time for a while, please.

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The lights reflect off the sparkles of my gown
but nothing outshines the smile on your face
as you sweep me across the dance-floor,
and subsequently, off my feet…
You say that I have never looked so beautiful,
you say that you have never felt so grand,
and baby, with me at your side, you’re king of the world.
You dazzle us all by your show of affection,
of the love so clearly radiating from your core,
I have never felt so proud, so happy…
When our hearts are ready to take off their dancing shoes,
and our bodies are beating so fast we feel faint,
you lead me up to the spiral stairs to the prize behind door number one.
“Unmask, unmask!” you cry,
and after tonight, the red death couldn’t possibly have held sway over all,
and as I take off my face, letting you see the part of me that no one else knows,
you suddenly put your mask on,
and you’re no longer you in everything but your truthful eyes,
(you never were good at closing the windows after leaving a room),
I’m not the monster you sought at all,
and your demons are unleashed with the streamers below.

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I’m drowning in your colours all over again,
and your pigments inebriate my heart.
Always, your eyes render me incapable of
thought, of speech,
of breathing…
Thousands of miles away… where is your heart tonight?
Does it beat for me at all anymore?
Your fingers have a home intertwined with mine…
So why can’t they manage to open the door?
I swear I could make you happy
if you just gave me the hint of a chance,
and if it wasn’t for those eyes, god damn those eyes…
Your heart is on your sleeve, but I put my heart there too,
and oh how I wish my colours were bright enough to make you notice
me.

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Beat me like the toughest boss,
you know I like it rough.
You leveled up for this?
I wanted to be the princess you sought
not the enemy you had to cheat to defeat.
The scope you had set, the AK-47 you cradled,
it was all to take me down
and I never saw the head-shot coming.
Silly me, I thought I was the final prize,
turns out I’m just one more obstacle.
The final frontier is just so damn hard to navigate.
Why didn’t you hold my hand through it?
I told you I knew the way, I’ve been there once before,
but my cliches just couldn’t keep you by my side.
So go, leave me on the battle field,
my heart is strewn in pieces,
about as worthless to you as the pixels you crave.
Onward, valiant soldier.
Game over

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Sexy sexy sexy. These guys opened up for Lady Gaga, and I’m basically in love. The lead singer (I’m such a sucker for the singers) has INCREDIBLE legs and can walk in high-heels better than most women I know, which both makes me jealous and impresses me.

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Okay, so the Lady Gaga concert last night was amazing. I would get more into it, but I was dilated right before I left work and it hurts to look at the computer, four damn hours later!

What a hassle.

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Had hoop-earrings in each of his ears. He looked like a pirate.

AAAAAAAARRRRRRRR, matey!

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