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Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Blast from the past.
So while I was doing math homework, I got bored (it tends to happen) so I went through some old pictures, and found this gem! The reason this is a gem is that not only am I showing a bit of cleavage, but arms as well!!! I hated doing that in high school. I forgot how scrawny I used to be, and I kinda almost wish I was still... or at least in the middle of my weight now and then...would be nice! Is it me or do I look hunched over though? Oh well, I have a ton of HW and studying to do, so I will post later, I SWEAR!!! >_<
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
Delerium - Innocente (Falling In Love) [Official Music Video]
Love this remix... You can never go wrong with Delerium.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Corinne Bailey Rae - Put Your Records On
I am gonna try something different this time!!! Yes I am! Starting with the three birdies on my window, for they be chirping the truth!
Christina Perri - Tragedy (Official Lyric Video)
The worst thing right now is not the lies that have been told to me (hiding and omitting are lies too), it is more the lies I have told myself...
Auto Correct Blunders
After a very sucky weekend spending the night venting on the phone with a good friend we spent the rest of the evening laughing our a$$e$ off at this site: http://damnyouautocorrect.com/page/2/
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Her Kind
An amazing poem I found, realy struck a cord with me....
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
—Anne Sexton
I have gone out, a possessed witch,
haunting the black air, braver at night;
dreaming evil, I have done my hitch
over the plain houses, light by light:
lonely thing, twelve fingered, out of mind.
A woman like that is not a woman, quite.
I have been her kind.
I have found the warm caves in the woods,
filled them with skillets, carvings, shelves,
closets, silks, innumerable goods;
fixed the suppers for the worms and the elves:
whining, rearranging the disaligned.
A woman like that is misunderstood.
I have been her kind.
I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waved my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind.
—Anne Sexton