January 2011
Listen
For all my fellow Harry Potter fans—yep, all of you beautiful people who will cry when you hear this song.
End of an Era—Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls
Don’t you ever wonder what
Will happen when it ends
How can we let go of the
Ones who we call friends
And I know, it’s only a story, but
For so many it’s more than that
It’s a world, all on its own where we
Want to put on that sorting hat
I will miss the train ride in
And the pranks pulled by the twins
And though it’s nowhere I have been
I’ll keep on smiling from the times I had with them
Could there ever be again
Another one like this
One that’s brought us together and
Started its own music movementI will miss the train ride in
And the pranks pulled by the twins
And though it’s nowhere I have been
I’ll keep on smiling from the times I had with themSoon we will see it closed
The final chapter exposed
It’s an end of an era
And I’m seeing clearer
That nothing will ever be the same
Reblog if you're not going to be with the person you want to kiss at midnight.
Cheers...
Just wanna wish everyone I love on tumblr a Happy New Years…
To my Girl: Its been a great couple of months in total (even though we’ve only been official for one and some change) and regardless of whatever happens, I look forward to spending all of 2011 happily in love with you…I love you.
To the fam: Jessica, Brian, Jaron, DeMaria, Prop, Najee, Gianina, Michael, Shanice, Kharmen, Joe, Autumn, #BLACKTIEMOVEMENT, FreeThought etc*(if i forgot you, i apologize)
Its been a hell of a year…Lookin forwards to many more, I love all of you, regardless of how long we’ve been in each other’s lives. You already know I got y’all from now til whenever its necessary so don’t hesitate to hit me up…
And to the rest of y’all…Be safe…please don’t do anything stupid…the only way I wanna lose yall as followers is if you’re doing the clicking on that button, not because your buried.
With that being said.
#Salud.
December 2010
You are beautiful.
You know…for a grey face with a blue flowered background, you arent that bad ya self…lol…
Merry Christmas! I hope your Christmas and New Year will be filled with tons of smiles and laughs. Thank you for following!
xo ~Caroline
Hey! Thanks…I’m about 3 days late but hey, better late than never right?
You are beautiful.
You know…for a grey face with a blue flowered background, you arent that bad ya self…lol…
Merry Christmas! I hope your Christmas and New Year will be filled with tons of smiles and laughs. Thank you for following!
xo ~Caroline
Hey! Thanks…I’m about 3 days late but hey, better late than never right?
sexually attracted to intelligence.
You Just Don't Get It...
Its funny how you tell someone you love them everyday, show them love however possible whenever you can, and they swear up and down that no one ever loved them or ever will.
Like…the time I invested in countless lines of poetry written only to bring to your attention my feelings for you, the daydreams i spent enraptured in the fantasy of what could have been between us
The endless amounts of messages exchanged over the course of two years, all detailed in how much i missed you, wanted to be with you, were willing to do anything for you, all of those…
count for nothing then.
Because obviously, “no one ever loved you, no one seems to love you now, and possibly no one ever will love you.”
That’s the world you live in, and you always seem to reinforce your loneliness with the lowliest of excuses…placing Jesus in the capacity of a lover on the surface when its obvious to everyone else that you long for a physical manifestation of the love you recieve from above.
But I guess I never counted then. And the times I agonized over the possibilities for us two were just wasted thoughts, cheapened hopes and broken dreams that are all for nothing because to you, it never existed.
This is why you’re alone, and wondering why God hasn’t honored your so-called lifelong desire to be someone’s faithful housewife and mother, considering nunnery because to you, no one’s willing to step up to the plate.
You’re nuts. Men fall at your feet everyday, but because they arent up to snuff to kick dust in their faces with a half-hearted God Loves You anyway, all while claiming that there’s no one out there who wants you.
The truth is…beggars can’t be choosers. You can’t complain about the rules of the game and the other players and expect all parties involved to play nicely. You can’t beg for change to feed your stomach and get mad when someone doesnt give you enough for a four-course meal.
You wanted love. People have given it to you, but because it doesnt fit your definition, its never enough.
Well. I learned my lesson. But I figured i’d vent on how dumb you sound complaining about the lack of a selection when it comes to men.
Maybe when you grow up a lil more you’ll understand.
Maybe.
(Disclaimer: I’m happily taken. But I was irritated about the past and realized i never got all the anger off my chest.Thus…another vent.)
Reblog if 2010 was NOT your year .
“Arthur Jensen: [bellowing] You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it! Is that clear? You think you’ve merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case! The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multinational dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, reichmarks, rins, rubles, pounds, and shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU… WILL… ATONE!
Arthur Jensen: [calmly] Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those *are* the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that… perfect world… in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Howard Beale: Why me?
Arthur Jensen: Because you’re on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Howard Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.” —Network (1976)
Arthur Jensen: [calmly] Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM, and ITT, and AT&T, and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those *are* the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state, Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that… perfect world… in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality. One vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock. All necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused. And I have chosen you, Mr. Beale, to preach this evangel.
Howard Beale: Why me?
Arthur Jensen: Because you’re on television, dummy. Sixty million people watch you every night of the week, Monday through Friday.
Howard Beale: I have seen the face of God.
Arthur Jensen: You just might be right, Mr. Beale.” —Network (1976)
“I think I spent 30 years of my life, the first 30, trying to become something. I wanted to become good at things, I wanted to become good at tennis, I wanted to become good at school and grades, and everything I viewed in that perspective. I’m not OK the way I am, but if I got good at things. I realised I had the game wrong: the goal was to find out who I already was.”
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“Howard Beale: I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot - I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad.
Howard Beale: [shouting] You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
[shouting]
Howard Beale: ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!… You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
Howard Beale: [screaming at the top of his lungs] “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” —Network (1976)
Howard Beale: [shouting] You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, Goddamnit! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell,
[shouting]
Howard Beale: ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell - ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!… You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it:
Howard Beale: [screaming at the top of his lungs] “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!” —Network (1976)
"Relationships last long not because they’re destined to last long. Relationships last long because two brave people made a choice—to keep it, fight for it, and to work for it. Meanwhile, other relationships fail not because they’re destined to fail. They fail because one of the two, or both, made the choice—to set each other free."
I love it when we have long conversations about anything. I love it when we get to hang out together. I love it when we laugh about something completely stupid. I love it when we hold hands while sitting together. I love it when we just stand still hugging while ignoring the rest of the world. I love it when we create wonderful memories together. I love how comfortable I feel telling you that I love you every night before I sleep.
reblog if you want some of these in your ask box
- a creepy message
- a stupid question
- a compliment
- a tmi
- a story
- a poem
- about you
- what you think about me
- why you follow me
- rank me
- if you met me what would you do
- how was your day
- what do you want for Christmas this year
- a cute message
- one thing you want to tell me
Sure.
“Never doubt that a small group of committed people can change the world; Indeed it is the only thing that ever has.”
—Margaret Mead
Play
There are two types of bestfriends
Number 1 :
The bestfriend who you’re so close too. You see them at least twice a week or more. You guys talk alot and catch up on everything.Number 2 :
The type of friendship where you two don’t talk as much but deep down, you know that persons your bestfriend. Why? They understand you even if they barely see you.
Dearly Beloved
Kaoru Wada
Dearly Beloved.
Kingdom Hearts 2.
I love that game.
LETS PLAY IT AGAIN ♥
Dearly Beloved
Kaoru Wada
Dearly Beloved.
Kingdom Hearts 2.
I love that game.
LETS PLAY IT AGAIN ♥
