Whoever created the saying "sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me" must have given up on everything. Words hurt more, comfort more, and connect more with me than any bat, rub on the back, or hug ever will. Of course, me being the person I am, I am referring mostly to lyrics of songs I've been listening to lately. The genius behind these lyrics forever stuck in my head simply blows my mind. I can't even explain to you how some music make me feel. Lame huh? I can't help it. Words are the fucking shit. There is no better way of self expression than to write a poem, mostly the ones that don't rhyme, but are just splatters of thoughts randomly thrown on paper.
listen to Everything is Borrowed by The Streets.
on another note:
people continue to get dumber and dumber. i wasn't aware how hard it was for people to just open their minds, really, are you that subborn? what is the point of living without an open mind, how boring that must be.
ALSO, on a much more tween note:
Twilight comes out SO soon, never have i ever read a book and been so caught up in the story. the movie is going to be fantastic no matter how much it sucks, because i have that connection with the book, can't help it. i'm way too obsessed, way too obsessed.
did you know that most moives have 600 or so shots, where Requiem for a Dream had over 2,000... thats fucking bangin, that movie was put together ridiculously well. thats what i want to do with my life, make movies, but the question is am i original enough? yeah i can appreciate these things, but can i create them? that would literally be the most outstanding thing ever.
love.love.love.
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it's not lame, it's life.
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