I got this blog to be primary and all personal life and stuff... But so far, I've only used it for song lyrics and semi-deep thaaangs......
But I will update this sometime, and go through my life's important events ('cause I mean, y'all care :P), just not today. Today is busy. Tomorrow is busy. Thursday is even busier... I don't think I have a single not-busy day.... So I hope I can have a semi-not-busy day so I can talk to y'all :P.
Oh! And a shout-out to y'all in .... Alaska?? It says I get views in Alaska... So wow. Thanks y'all :P Alaska's pretty cool. :D
Shout-out to y'all not in Alaska :D I love y'all just as much <3
Tuesday, August 26, 2014
Wednesday, August 20, 2014
Car Radio
A really cool rap by Twenty One Pilots...
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound
There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win
And fear will lose
There's faith and there's sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
Sometimes quiet is violent
I find it hard to hide it
My pride is no longer inside
It's on my sleeve
My skin will scream
Reminding me of
Who I killed inside my dream
I hate this car that I'm driving
There's no hiding for me
I'm forced to deal with what I feel
There is no distraction to mask what is real
I could pull the steering wheel
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something terrifying
'Cause this time there's no sound to hide behind
I find over the course of our human existence
One thing consists of consistence
And it's that we're all battling fear
Oh dear, I don't know if we know why we're here
Oh my,
Too deep
Please stop thinking
I liked it better when my car had sound
There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win
And fear will lose
There's faith and there's sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
I ponder of something great
My lungs will fill and then deflate
They fill with fire
Exhale desire
I know it's dire
My time today
I have these thoughts
So often I ought
To replace that slot
With what I once bought
'Cause somebody stole
My car radio
And now I just sit in silence
Monday, July 28, 2014
Live
This post is for the broken. The lost. The hurting.
I was one of you once. Still sorta am. I'll post my story some day, but this isn't about me. It's about you.
So for starters, read my last post "Another Word For Beautiful". Go ahead. Do it.
People will have expectations for you. Sometimes they're kinda simple expectations, but most of the time, they feel pretty heavy.
You feel like you have to fit in at school, or with a certain group at school, or anywhere. Or you have to have perfect grades, or perfect hair, or the perfect figure. Or there's all of society's "do's & don't's" of life. You're expected to look a certain way, act a certain way, be a certain person. Or maybe you just love being with people, and you're afraid that they'll reject you unless you're this other person. And you want nothing more to be loved. So you conform to the fake life. You conform so much that the real you is lost... Nothing more than a wraith of a shadow.
But it doesn't have to be that way.
Because you don't have to fit in at school, or with that group. You don't have to have completely perfect grades, or perfect hair, or the perfect figure. Society? PALEEEEASE. Society is so down the toilet, I don't even know where to start. You don't have to look that way, or act that way, or be that person. And if it's that you love being with people, and you're looking for a semi-permanent relationship, BE YOURSELF. They'll see it someday, so it's always better to start out on the real you. Don't conform.
Because YOU DON'T HAVE TO.
You put yourself through all the self-judgement.
Something that I wrote in my journal while I was getting out of my depression:
I am my own prison. I can release myself.
DANG HOW TRUE THAT IS. It's all you.
A beautiful quote:
"Don't be too hard on yourself. Don't let the standard of your own self-criticism stop your progress. And you will have breakthroughs that you do not expect." -Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch
Easier said than done, right? I feel ya.
The first step is to realize that if your friends really are your friends, they will love you no matter how different you are, no matter how low your grades are, no matter how weird your hair looks, no matter what size or shape you are, no matter how real you are. They will love you. So be you!
And if your so deep into the depths of despair...
Remember that other post I had you read? Good. It'll come in handy now.
LISTEN (or read... ... ...)
Put down the knife. Eat the food. Stand up, and face tomorrow. Because if you feel like nobody loves you, and nobody ever could love you, remember that I do. If you feel like you aren't good enough, or pretty enough, remember that you are perfect the way you are. You are beautiful to me. And if you feel like there's no hope, I believe in you. You got this. Anything is possible. You have a lifetime of adventures to fulfill. Don't stop now. You never know what tomorrow holds until tomorrow comes. So go. LIVE.
I love you.
You are gorgeous.
You are good enough.
You are YOU.
And you are worth tomorrow.
This post is dedicated to my good friend, Christopher. Keep your head up. You got this.
~RA
I was one of you once. Still sorta am. I'll post my story some day, but this isn't about me. It's about you.
So for starters, read my last post "Another Word For Beautiful". Go ahead. Do it.
People will have expectations for you. Sometimes they're kinda simple expectations, but most of the time, they feel pretty heavy.
You feel like you have to fit in at school, or with a certain group at school, or anywhere. Or you have to have perfect grades, or perfect hair, or the perfect figure. Or there's all of society's "do's & don't's" of life. You're expected to look a certain way, act a certain way, be a certain person. Or maybe you just love being with people, and you're afraid that they'll reject you unless you're this other person. And you want nothing more to be loved. So you conform to the fake life. You conform so much that the real you is lost... Nothing more than a wraith of a shadow.
But it doesn't have to be that way.
Because you don't have to fit in at school, or with that group. You don't have to have completely perfect grades, or perfect hair, or the perfect figure. Society? PALEEEEASE. Society is so down the toilet, I don't even know where to start. You don't have to look that way, or act that way, or be that person. And if it's that you love being with people, and you're looking for a semi-permanent relationship, BE YOURSELF. They'll see it someday, so it's always better to start out on the real you. Don't conform.
Because YOU DON'T HAVE TO.
You put yourself through all the self-judgement.
Something that I wrote in my journal while I was getting out of my depression:
I am my own prison. I can release myself.
DANG HOW TRUE THAT IS. It's all you.
A beautiful quote:
"Don't be too hard on yourself. Don't let the standard of your own self-criticism stop your progress. And you will have breakthroughs that you do not expect." -Benedict Timothy Carlton Cumberbatch
Easier said than done, right? I feel ya.
The first step is to realize that if your friends really are your friends, they will love you no matter how different you are, no matter how low your grades are, no matter how weird your hair looks, no matter what size or shape you are, no matter how real you are. They will love you. So be you!
And if your so deep into the depths of despair...
Remember that other post I had you read? Good. It'll come in handy now.
LISTEN (or read... ... ...)
Put down the knife. Eat the food. Stand up, and face tomorrow. Because if you feel like nobody loves you, and nobody ever could love you, remember that I do. If you feel like you aren't good enough, or pretty enough, remember that you are perfect the way you are. You are beautiful to me. And if you feel like there's no hope, I believe in you. You got this. Anything is possible. You have a lifetime of adventures to fulfill. Don't stop now. You never know what tomorrow holds until tomorrow comes. So go. LIVE.
I love you.
You are gorgeous.
You are good enough.
You are YOU.
And you are worth tomorrow.
This post is dedicated to my good friend, Christopher. Keep your head up. You got this.
~RA
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Another Word For Beautiful
I just realized that all of my previous posts have to do with love.
So another word for beautiful is LOVE.
I mean... Love is beautiful... So it makes sense that beautiful is love... Right? Of course it does.
Something about me:
I love everybody. I can't help it... I just do. It would take a lot for someone to get on my "naughty list"... (because I'm obviously Santa ;P). I love you. Right now. Whoever you are, I love you. I can't help it. It's just what I do.
I feel like I love everybody... Not just because I want to, or because it's my duty as a Christian... But because I want, more than anything, to be loved.
... I mean... Doesn't everyone?
But I love it when people show or tell me that they love me.
Something else about me:
I believe that everybody is beautiful. There is no ugly human on this wonderful earth. And I do mean ugly and beautiful as in physical appearance. EVERYONE. IS. BEAUTIFUL. You are beautiful. Yeah that's right. I said YOU. You, right now, reading this, are beautiful. You're just so beautiful... Shtahp.
I feel like I believe that everyone's beautiful, and that I tell everyone that they're beautiful, because that's what I want people to tell me. I like to think that I'm pretty from time to time... But it's purty rare that I call myself beautiful.
So yeah. I love everyone. Everyone's beautiful.
Another word for Beautiful is Love.
So another word for beautiful is LOVE.
I mean... Love is beautiful... So it makes sense that beautiful is love... Right? Of course it does.
Something about me:
I love everybody. I can't help it... I just do. It would take a lot for someone to get on my "naughty list"... (because I'm obviously Santa ;P). I love you. Right now. Whoever you are, I love you. I can't help it. It's just what I do.
I feel like I love everybody... Not just because I want to, or because it's my duty as a Christian... But because I want, more than anything, to be loved.
... I mean... Doesn't everyone?
But I love it when people show or tell me that they love me.
Something else about me:
I believe that everybody is beautiful. There is no ugly human on this wonderful earth. And I do mean ugly and beautiful as in physical appearance. EVERYONE. IS. BEAUTIFUL. You are beautiful. Yeah that's right. I said YOU. You, right now, reading this, are beautiful. You're just so beautiful... Shtahp.
I feel like I believe that everyone's beautiful, and that I tell everyone that they're beautiful, because that's what I want people to tell me. I like to think that I'm pretty from time to time... But it's purty rare that I call myself beautiful.
So yeah. I love everyone. Everyone's beautiful.
Another word for Beautiful is Love.
Friday, July 25, 2014
Apparently...
Apparently, I'm mainly using this for song lyrics :P. I just love all these songs... So sorry if it bothers you that I'm not saying anything of complete value... But not so sorry ;)
All Through The Night...
This beautiful song by Sleeping At Last has been stuck in my head for the last few days. Look it up. It's just beautiful.
All through the night, I'll be awake and I'll be with you.
All through the night, this precious time, when time is new.
All, all through the night today, knowing that we feel
the same, without saying, the same without saying
We have no past we won't reach back,
Keep with me forward all through the night
and once we start a meter clicks,
and it goes running all through the night.
Until it ends, there is no end.
All through the night a stray cat is crying, stray cat sings back.
All through the night, they have forgotten what by they do lack.
Under those white street lamps, there is a little chance they may see you, a chance they may see you.
We have no past, we won't reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night,
And once we start, the meter clicks,
it goes running all through the night.
Until it ends there is no end, keep with me forward all through the night and once we start,
the meter clicks, and goes running all through the night.
Until it ends, there is no end, keep with me forward all through the night.
Keep with me all through the night.
All through the night, I'll be awake and I'll be with you.
All through the night, this precious time, when time is new.
All, all through the night today, knowing that we feel
the same, without saying, the same without saying
We have no past we won't reach back,
Keep with me forward all through the night
and once we start a meter clicks,
and it goes running all through the night.
Until it ends, there is no end.
All through the night a stray cat is crying, stray cat sings back.
All through the night, they have forgotten what by they do lack.
Under those white street lamps, there is a little chance they may see you, a chance they may see you.
We have no past, we won't reach back
Keep with me forward all through the night,
And once we start, the meter clicks,
it goes running all through the night.
Until it ends there is no end, keep with me forward all through the night and once we start,
the meter clicks, and goes running all through the night.
Until it ends, there is no end, keep with me forward all through the night.
Keep with me all through the night.
I Would Walk 500 Miles...
The original song is by The Proclaimers. But I absolutely love this cover version by Sleeping At Last.
When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
And when I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
And when I come home, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home to you.
And when I'm dreamin', well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you.
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
When I'm workin', yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's workin' hard for you.
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass along every cent of it to you.
And when I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you.
And if I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
When I wake up, well I hope I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's waking up to you.
And when I'm dreamin', well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time I had with you.
When I wake up, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who wakes up next to you.
And when I go out, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who goes along with you.
And when I come home, yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's coming home to you.
And when I'm dreamin', well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time when I'm with you.
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
When I'm workin', yeah I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's workin' hard for you.
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I'll pass along every cent of it to you.
And when I'm lonely, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's lonely without you.
And if I grow old, well I know I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's growing old with you.
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
But I would walk 500 miles
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walked 1000 miles
To fall down at your door
When I wake up, well I hope I'm gonna be
I'm gonna be the man who's waking up to you.
And when I'm dreamin', well I know I'm gonna dream
I'm gonna dream about the time I had with you.
Thursday, July 24, 2014
X&Y
Probably my favorite song as of now. Coldplay. (and yes, I included the "oooh"'s... you can't not ;3)
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can
I'm diving off the deep end
You become my best friend
I wanna love you
But I don't know if I can
I know something is broken
And I'm trying to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way I can
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...
Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
So part of the plan
When something is broken
And you try to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way you can
I'm diving off the deep end
You become my best friend
I wanna love you
But I don't know if I can
I know something is broken
And I'm trying to fix it
Trying to repair it
Any way I can
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space
You and me are floating on a tidal wave...
Together
You and me are drifting into outer space...
And singing
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh...
Sigh No More
A beautiful song by Mumford and Sons.
Serve God, love me, and mend.
This is not the end.
Lived unbruised, we are friends.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sigh no more, no more.
One foot in sea, one on shore.
My heart was never pure.
You know me.
You know me.
But man is a giddy thing.
Oh, man is a giddy thing.
Oh, man is a giddy thing.
Oh, man is a giddy thing.
Love; it will not betray you,
Dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free!
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
Love; it will not betray you,
Dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free!
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
Love; it will not betray you,
Dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free!
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
Serve God, love me, and mend.
This is not the end.
Lived unbruised, we are friends.
And I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
Sigh no more, no more.
One foot in sea, one on shore.
My heart was never pure.
You know me.
You know me.
But man is a giddy thing.
Oh, man is a giddy thing.
Oh, man is a giddy thing.
Oh, man is a giddy thing.
Love; it will not betray you,
Dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free!
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
Love; it will not betray you,
Dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free!
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
Love; it will not betray you,
Dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free!
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be.
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
Hello Beautiful World
Hello everybody. This is my second blog, but it will be my primary blog. <3 loves!
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