worry
“worry for the weak, yet cry for the strong in a world where everything is wrong -we look in ourselves- we are the ones that belong”
August 2010
13 posts
“Have you ever taken a picture of yourself and saw a stranger in the background? It makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you; how many moments of others’ lives have we been in. Were we a part of someone’s life when their dream came true? Or were we there when their dream died. Did we keep trying to get in? As if we were destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think: You could be a big part of someone’s life and not even know it.”
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the funny thing is nobody ever really knows how much anybody else is hurting we could be standing next to someone completely broken and we wouldn’t even know
luubbb lub luubbbb<3
“dress like barbie,smoke like marley”
”and now when people want to tell me how fucking perfect there lives are, i dont believe them”
bahah. <333 me some snooooki
I FOUND MYSELF THINKING ABOUT PRESIDENT WILLIAM MCKINLEY, THE THIRD AMERICAN PRESIDENT TO BE ASSASSINATED. HE LIVED FOR SEVERAL DAYS AFTER HE WAS SHOT, AND TOWARDS THE END, HIS WIFE STARTED CRYING AND SCREAMING, “I WANT TO GO TOO! I WANT TO GO TOO!” AND WITH HIS LAST MEASURE OF STRENGTH, MCKINLEY TURNED TO HER AND SPOKE HIS LAST WORDS: “WE ARE ALL GOING.
<3
No, no, no, no! Come, let’s away to prison.
We two alone will sing like birds i’ th’ cage.
When thou dost ask me blessing, I’ll kneel down
And ask of thee forgiveness. So we’ll live,
And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh
At gilded butterflies, and hear poor rogues
Talk of court news; and we’ll talk with them too-
Who loses and who wins; who’s in, who’s out-
And take upon ‘s the mystery of things,
As if we were God’s spies; and we’ll wear out,
In a wall’d prison, packs and sects of great ones
That ebb and flow by th’ moon.
buuuhbyeee summmer:(
i dont wanna thee summer to end…</3
