Please, Be my Brick

Basic

Reliable

Important

Certain

Kempt

Stable

Be my brick.

Be basic. I don't expect much, just treat me like you want me. 

Be reliable: because regardless if you asked for it, I trust you.

Know you're Important: especially to me. 

Be certain: be certain of how you feel because i'm certain about how i feel

Be kempt: take care of yourself, because i look at you a lot (lol)

Be stable: because i fall for you everyday, and i need someone stable to catch me 

Please, Be my Brick. 

Grand Theft Poetry

I don’t want to be here

It looks the same as it did back then

You  have forgotten me

I wish you were still sitting here

Screaming for help that was impossible to give

Regret was evident

It ceases to be the reality of my life

Alive in the way the ocean is alive

It still hurts

Got a gun?

The strangest concern is being taken advantage of

For as many looks as you have lives

But my hero is free

And the rest lay helpless

Examine carefully and determine what it means to you

To err is to be human

And it seems to make conditions bearable

sweet dreams.

I used to enjoy sleeping.

I used to lie down at night and dream. I dreamed wonderful dreams. Dreams that made me believe in love and gave me hope that there was someone for everyone. I dreamed of this “perfect boy”. …All girls know who im talking about.. we all imagine him the same way. Ya know like...

Super hot.

Extremely romantic.

Athletic.

Funny.

Adventurous.

well I hate to tell you ladies but ...……. He really does exist.

… but I feel bad telling you that

Wanna know why?

… because I found him.

But don’t get too excited because… I kind of jumped on that pretty quickly…

Now I know I know… you all hate me now because I didnt tell any of you he existed before I went after him. But I couldn't risk it. I need him.

Soooo. This is awkward. But because hes taken… ill just let you ladies live vicariously through me.

So let me tell you about him.

Hes so sweet. Kind of like we all imagined; but better. He opens my doors, and he tells me im pretty. (don’t usually believe that one, but what girl genuinely does?) He hugs me when im sad and surprises me with little things to make me happy. He sends me long, romantic text messages at night, but never misses an opportunity to make a romantic gesture during the day. He makes me feel special, and reminds me that im important to him. He knows all my likes and dislikes and respects me and my lifestyle. He gives me butterflies by doing absolutely nothing, and he pushes me out of my comfort zone on the daily. He’s a family kind of guy and makes them a priority. .Hes protective, but more of the “behind the scenes” kind of protective. (which I love). He just makes me happy and makes leaving him hard. .. And I hate to tell you guys but… he told me he loves me. (Now don’t get jealous…. Remember.. youre living through me.) …But ya know, he doesn’t just say it like the typical high school boy would say it. …he means it. I can feel it…

I really didn’t know it was possible. I had been dreaming about him for so long...It was unexpected really… but it was worth the fall.

He exists.

The perfect boy exists.

…And now, I never sleep. Not because I don’t want too… but because id rather be awake than asleep.  Id rather be up talking to him or perhaps being with him, or even just thinking about him. Because sleeping is only for the lonely dreamers who wish to have a better reality. So they close their eyes and they dream.  They dream for something that is already taken.

…my apologies.

But im in love with him.

I know I am… because my reality is finally better than my dreams.

So for the rest of you ladies who still dream of him. Let me just tell you… youre going to have sweet dreams tonight. 

theme: impossible, greatness

“Impossible is just a big word thrown around by small men who find it easier to live in the world they’ve been given, than to explore the power they’ve been given to change it. Impossible is not a fact. Its an opinion. Impossible is not a declaration. It’s a dare. Impossible is potential. Impossible is temporary. Impossible is nothing.”

I believe that man is capable of everything they think they are not capable of.

I believe that man was created to be great.

I believe that we are great.

It’s not impossible for us imperfect beings to be all that we were created to become, 

because nothing is impossible; impossible is nothing.

The human race was born to do “impossible things” such as achieve greatness so lets continue to do what we’ve always done; lets be great.

i like my choices

"I'm in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things"

This quote.
So beautiful. So simple. So right.

I believe this to applicable in my life. Im in love. And Im in no business of denying myself that simple pleasure.

I love love.
I love that when you love someone you give them your complete self.
I love that when you love you give that person complete power to break your heart.
I love that when you love... you know that they possibly wont catch you if you trip but you fall anyways because your heart cant help itself.

Love is beautiful. 

“You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world...but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.” 

In pasty wrapping...

I feel my breath. I feel the cool tingling sensation on my teeth as I inhale, and the slight raise in temperature my breath achieves as I exhale.

I feel the pounding of my heart beat against my chest day in and day out. For some reason that pounding is a sign that I am still living.

I feel butterflies in my stomach when he enters the room or gives me "that look". You'd think that those butterflies would have fluttered out of my system by now but they're trapped in between my rib cages and there is no escape. 

I feel pain. I feel it when he leaves or when he hurts. It's as if our hearts are one and with every pull and rip that he comes across... the damage is done to me as well.

I feel strange... I feel strange knowing that I am living... 

Why am I living..

How am I living..

All I am is 206 bones connected by strings... random organs compiled in my mid section... and lots of blood. I'm held together by this weird pasty wrapping of skin. Oh. And I have some mushy object in my head that.. for some reason... does so much. 

How can a package of blood, bones and organs feel so much? How come this combination of items makes me human? It is the strangest thing. 

But it makes me human. 

I know I'm human because I feel. 

I know I'm human because I have all the right ingredients.

I know. It's strange... but I guess I'm human. 

Kind of strange...

Isn't it strange to think that you are the only you that ever has been and ever will be?
No one will ever look exactly like me.
No one will ever talk exactly like me.
No one will ever view the world exactly like me...
No one will ever think exactly like me
...or walk exactly like me or even...
Influence the world exactly like me...

I almost think of that as quite the responsibility.
Like... I only have a short lifetime to leave a mark on the world because no one else can do it for me.
I've been given the opportunity to be me, and no one else has been given that chance...
It's just me.
I'm the only person that can live my life to its fullest potential...
No one can make me the best me... but me.

Wow. This is deep.
BUT SERIOUSLY.

You are the only you that will ever be so why not make sure you're being the real you.
Why try to fit in when you were born to stand out??
You really CANT fit in because everyone is different.
So be proud of that!
Do not be ashamed of your different values or different looks or different taste in music.

You will never be someone else so stop trying to be. 

Leave your mark on the world...because no one else can do it but you.

love/hate relationship

A crayon is basically just a stick of wax that is colorful.
Is it really that important??

To adults... No.
To a child... Yes.

But what about to me? I am certainly not a child,,, but I'm definitely happy to say I am not an adult.

Well, than I guess I get to choose.

Is a colorful stick of wax important to me.......... Yes.
It is important to me because that was an easy escape for me a child.
Pulling out the coloring books and the crayon box was my favorite thing to do in my spare time (which was all of the time... because I was a child. )
I sometimes wish I could go back to those days ya know? When life was care free and easy. I never had to worry about school or boys or life in general. I lived life everyday happy and stress free because I didn't really have a life. All I ever really cared about were my Webkins account and buying the newest "Littlest Pet Shop" animals.

Hm. I dont really know.
I've enjoyed growing up. But its kind of crazy to think that soon... I won't be "growing up" anymore. I'll just be "getting older" because I already did my due time of "growing up."

Ugh. It is such a love/hate relationship ya know?

well anyways. The fact that a crayon box made me think this deep is weird sooo. bye.