Love- Of my friends, family, or a lover...
Music and Art and Writing- I lose myself in music, and raves...just melt my stresses away. Making art, however amateur it is, but when occasionally done well enough, magically gives me a sense of worth. Writing, gives me a way to unload my thoughts.
Knowledge- To learn so much about the human race, and my surroundings....and know I still have so much more to learn.
Hope- even if things fall apart, I always have stubborn hope to cling onto.
Most of the them though, except for Art and Music and Writing- Also go and kick me in the fucking face. ^__^
Especially hope, which intwines itself with everything I do.
Which reminds me to see past the bad...
And which lets me down.
And I can keep all this in my mind, but there is a goal I've made for myself, a somewhat simple, panicked bitter one-
Live out college. Have as much fun as possible. Paint. Dance. Write. Try not to hurt so much.
No kids. No marriage. Die Young.
And for the love of God....
Don't fail anymore.
And keep your heart off your sleeves.
Or at least be more subtle about it.
So....I ask you friends....
Since I've drifted from so many of you...
What keeps you here, what gives you a sense of being whole?
What kills your spirit?
What are your goals?
What keeps you from falling? What makes you fall?
Who are you, or do you want to be?
What am I to you, and will we still last in the future?









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--VF
"Drawing is the honesty of the art. There is no possibility of cheating. It is either good or bad." --Salvador Dali
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This is Bri. She is made of solid and win. t('-' t)
Just beating you to a bloody pulp.
Oh, how I long for that day.
<3
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past the rusted gates of hell
they keep me in my little cell
The only light that i can see
is the flames of hate surounding me
chains and shackles
confinements and bars
i can see salvation
its not far.
Jill got a tattoo.
And don't call my shit emo. Its hella legit.
You cannot even SPEAK on emo, you hypocrite.
<3 you.
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past the rusted gates of hell
they keep me in my little cell
The only light that i can see
is the flames of hate surounding me
chains and shackles
confinements and bars
i can see salvation
its not far.
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--SPOOKY AS FUCK CUZ IM A CEMETERY SLUT--
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To think for yourself, you must question authority and learn how to put yourself in a state of vulnerable open-mindedness, chaotic, confused vulnerability to inform yourself! Think for yourself, question authority... - TOOL
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