An End.

I have to give up this blog. It's boring me to death, simply because blogger is dumb and isn't good with multimedia posting.

If you would still like to follow my posts, brand brand brand new blog at:

www.yarralee.tumblr.com

A small love.

I've got reason to believe
That
The love is up his sleeve
While
My heart's inside my knees


and baby, they're shakinggg.


Days are long and cold
So you're the only soul
In this ghostly town


When nobody's arounddd.


And it hurts hurts me to see
Tears pooling 'round her feet
His perfect doll for him


is now breakinggg.


But cheer up, sweet young heart
And I'll tape your sides back up
No worries in the air


when we're togetherrr.

And it's as sweet as can be.

I love this comic strip. What bounds fact and fantasy is hilarious.

Yeah, It's crazy.

Here's is the best advice I could ever pledge:

That bitch that you don't particularly like, yeah her, when it comes to getting her back for all that worthless shit...
...don't use the fists. Nope. I've got a god damned better solution to all of that.

STEAL HER MOTHERFUCKING PURPLE PEN.

And here is my rationale:
Cause whenever you're using that pen, yes that's right, every precise little minute you gracefully bring it out to write your homework...you know it's hers. And deep down in your heart, you laugh to yourself on how you're writing devious schemes and evil notes about her that should be contributing in her life, go to yours.

ALL FROM THE PEN.

Thank you, courage wolf.

Seize the day



BY THE THROAT.

Maybe he needs a nap.

Written last night.

Why does anyone live,
When they have to wake up tomorrow?

Math LOL's

You know, when most people think of highschool, they're probably bound to think of hookups and drama.

Where is my drama, you ask?

Oh well it's right here. It's math.

After typing that I can't help but find myself wonder how many math posts I've had in this blog over the two years it's existed, because as you all know; we both have a very hateful relationship. I just find that sometimes, I might need more space from math that math feels it should give me...

And that's when we fight.

In other words, I love Laura time.

I love music.

I love old-macs-working-like-new with eBay-purchased-airport-cards.

I love letting it get dark with only the glow of excited laptop screens.

I love speaking with a new discovered confidence over curry-with-not-enough-sauce to a once-terrifying-mother.

I love best friends and sitting in adorable-bed-coves almost literally saying goodbye to your depression.

I love this.

A long breath.

Some people say in long paragraphs what has been held up inside me, inside my heart for so long.

This gives me a sigh of relief that even if I don't have the courage to stand up for myself, someone else out there in this beautiful world will face their fears, to stand up for the same cause.

Thanks Carson.

august twenty-fifth.

I wrote a song for you...
i wrote a song for you,
about the one that got away

it was a happy tune
this little song for you
even though it's topic didn't stay

i don't wish i could turn back
don't want to see how it ends
how it ends

i don't wish i could turn back
don't wanna know
what they said
what they said

i wrote a song for him,
and a few poems too,
the one that never came

it was a lustful tune
this little song for him
all though the feeling didn't stay

my feelings never stay...

Maybe It'll Be Famous.

Blogs are annoying as hell.

I actually sometimes have no idea why I even continue to have one.

But I guess I will never comes to terms with myself and just delete it, because I still take pride in my silly website, in a way. There's tons of stuff and things I've perhaps wasted (or not wasted) writing on here.

I will give up none of it.

And you don't look like me either, oh, and fuck feminism.

You know,

I'm sick and tired of righteous people posting on bullshit blogs about "What the fuck is WRONG with people?!" Cause whenever I see that statement, I think "wow, idiot, that's you." 

Don't go and bitch or complain about the human race, because you're in it. You're human. You're here. And you also happened to have to do with everybody else. There's a difference between making observations based on humanity, and downright trashing it like you're above every other "WRONG person" in the world. 

This is your mother. And she's telling you that you're NOT special, and your NOT getting another chocolate, so shut the fuck up and suck on your pacifier. 

How's that for, "I Like To Be Mad"?

Cloud talks

Sometimes,
I get the idea
That the sky makes sure it's clear blue just when you need it to be
And in those later hours,

When it knows you'll be okay

That average gray will return.

She types at eleven pm.

Night is an interesting concept.
A time for complete and utter nothingness.
Where the light that so carefully bathes our skin during the day is washed away along with all those other colours,
Blending together a mixture of what otherwise could not blend.

And if I could single handedly put my finger on the best part of night,
It would almost have to be the fact that everybody sleeps.
That sleep exists-even,
A Lon and winding state of heal the body needs...
Our own minds need.

Night is good for your health.


I choose to drink it with starlight.

Adeline's flowers

Sometimes she says...

Oh these words,
She says.

"Jimmy wants to take me out to tea..."

Though Adeline has not quite fancied tea
She speaks to her Jimmy
Not only in dreams

"...he said the flowers were purple..."

And purple they were,
Once that time ago,
When Jimmy could have been

Was

Almost as real
As poor Adeline begs him to be

Just so she can run her fingers
Through his hair
Over his skin and
Across those petals

Maybe just
One more time.

What the superintendant should know.

What do we talk about in math class?

Viagra, of course.

SCORE.

This week calls for adventure.

So raise your glass high!

And garb yourself in plaid.

There are some good times,

Too be had.

Truth

Oh will,

I know that I love you.

So

Let's fly off,
In a paper rocket

All the way to the moon.

Though You Don't Know

"And I feel the light
In the night and in the day
And I feel the light
When the sky's just mud and grey
And I feel the light
When you tell me it's OK
Cos you're so great, and I love you..."

Ode to Tea

Oh peppermint tea,
You are truly the light of my day.

With your sweet stomach-soothing aroma,
That lingers the colour of green.

It is you my darling peppermint,
That I love and long for.

Well...
Besides his eyelashes of coarse,
But that's a given.

In the dark.

Sometimes I don't believe in myself.
In little moments,
Often fragments of time
That if I'm lucky I will forget.

But when I have a doubt,
I turn to him
Or you.

My love,
May condolences be places on your sleeping frame tonight.

I'll have the morning wind
Whisper that your love once missed you,
And was teary-cheeked,

Wishing for your comforting
Eyes.

Take Me Away

Take me away
In the illusion of night
You come like a monster
To kiss my hand
And hold my gaze
With small steps across
Fictional carpet
You carefully glide me
Through the dull glass
Covered white crystalline
Air now not so tight
And we watched as I
Grew wings
Fixed off the spine
Directly in imagination
I stretched along
Those blue lines
Up until
We fell into sound
And out of time

Feeling violet tomorrows
I won't want to forget

Oh won't you
Oh won't you
Take me away.




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