October 2010
“A wild thing may say wild things.”
—The Crucible, Act I
“It is not the critic who counts, not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at the best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.”
—Theodore Roosevelt.
Outro.
i asked for love
i asked for mercy
i asked for patience
but you’re already all of these things
i asked for love
i asked for mercy
i asked you for the sunshine
and then i begged you for the rain
if i knew what i needed
if i knew what was good for me i’d be down on my knees
begging please
let your light shine bright inside of me.
“When you start to know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in their energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and your body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.”
—Lisa Unger, Beautiful Lies.
“Life’s not a bitch! Life is a beautiful woman
You only call her a bitch because she won’t let you get that pussy.
Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet talk the princess.” —Daylight - Aesop Rock.
You only call her a bitch because she won’t let you get that pussy.
Maybe she didn’t feel y’all shared any similar interests
Or maybe you’re just an asshole who couldn’t sweet talk the princess.” —Daylight - Aesop Rock.
The difference between me & them is..
I’m me and their them.
K..so..Everyone strives so hard to be original when honestly there’s no such thing. Just about everything’s been done before. There’s not even such thing as ‘new’ a story. Every story is based of a previous one. Having swag is seriously overrated, no hard feelings though, your efforts are clearly recognized. Please refrain from portraying yourselves disgracefully because in the long run the only one you are degrading is you. Theres a fine line between sexy and SLUTTY — please learn to determine the two. Why go out of your way to be something you’re not, and that goes for everything in general (fakes especially). It takes a lot less effort to just BE YOUR SELF. Do not ever let anyone who couldn’t measure up to you, manipulate you into being one of them. I don’t like a lot of people and I don’t need a reason to dislike you either. First impressions are imperative and its probably what I’ll base you on. One thing i HATE, is not men, but the ones that are a disgrace to their gender. You may think you know me, but you have N O F U C K I N G C L U E. Don’t think I’m like any other bitch you talk to because I will NOT take you shit. Don’t disrespect me either you womanizing, degrading sexist fucks. Did you think I was joking when I said that I could cut you faster than paper through scissors? And no, not ALL guys are the same, just the chance of finding that one that isn’t slim to none*.
Take a minute. Let it sink in.
Amara.
Reblog if you smoke, drink, use pot, have sex, are gay, lesbian, bisexual, straight and support gays, lesbians, and bisexuals, are not ghetto but black, or do or are anything else that draws in the haters cause this is a big FUCK YOU to people who hate you for who you are its your body and life not theirs.
I hate people that look down on others for any of these things or are ignorant and judgmental this is a big smooshed together fuck you to them add anything that I have missed when you reblog.
this.
“We two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage…/ …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…”
—King Lear, Act V, Scene III
“The worst thing about prison was the dementors.”
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“A lullaby for little criminals.”
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I am a MONSTROSITY.
mon·stros·i·ty
- a malformation of a plant or animal
- something deviating from the normal
- the quality or state of being monstrous
I go by the name Amara. I’m a sagittarius. i’m quite imperfect. my life is simply a perpetual, unending struggle against those imperfections. i love music. i play the piano. i spend about 85% of my life daydreaming. i love weird people. i love shoes. I’m not popular. I’m not cool. I’m obscure. and I eat my smarties by colour. Sometimes I give up, but I never quit. I have bad hair days. Sometimes I hate being me, and would give anything to be like you. I’m the BIGGEST clutz. I’m bad timing, and I never seem to be planned. I hate people that say FAIL and EPIC. Sometimes I can be girly, but watch it cuz i could cut you faster than paper through scissors. I read and write a lot. Call me a loner and I’d probably agree. I’m secretly a hopeless romantic, and I wish that could change. I always see the glass half empty. Never half full. i’m impatient. i’m self-centered. i’m greedy. Sometimes I wish I could change the world.
