best friend application filled. sorry

"hi
im a self confessed lurker
nice to meet you!
my names stella
i think ive seen you around at gigs and stuff..
cool hair!
who does it?
they must be rad.
you have cool style. i reckon one day you should start a business where you lend people dresses for the weekend.
that'd be rad!
what are you doing tonight?
someone fun like yourself should be at a friends house or sumfink.
defs.





waaaah i miss you already hahaha
xxxxx"

i'm not sorry.

nip/tuck.

cannot put this down.
can't wait for the movie either.

marry. me.

it's all going to be okay.

home.

there's a whole in the world like a great black pit,
and it's filled with people who are filled with shit,
their morals aren't worth what a pig could spit,
the vermon of the world inhabit it.

omashu.

love is brightest in the dark.

is she a butterfly?

beautiful and graceful.
varied and enchanting.
small but approachable.
butterflies lead you to the sunny side of life,
and everyone deserves a little sunshine.

dad's wedding.

8 years ago.

who needs friends.

when it's a night like this.



and you have all this.



life.

soul sickness.

there's a feast waiting for you,
and you've never even gotten a taste.
it's later than you think,
and a kiss is a terrible thing to waste.

YOUNG AND FREE.

sittin'.
just waitin'.
waitin' on the green light.
the go signal.
waitin' on the call from him.
the go-ahead.
but i'm anxious.
'cause once i got it, there ain't no going back.
it's full speed ahead.
i've played out the conversation, over and over.
in his sharp voice, wearing his subtle suit,
he'll say;

"hello kid.
it's time.
it's time to take you away from here.
we all knew you were bigger than this.
made for somethin' better."

and right then a twinkle in his left eye, and a smirk upon his face.

"i'm here to pull you out.
to help you up."

i reply.

"i've been up here, doing what i can to get down.
i've been inside doing what i can to get out.
i'm tired.
but still trying to love."

he touches my forearm.
gently.
his hands are soft.
it feels like a warm, summers breeze has passed into me.

"don't worry.
you don't have to.
don't worry, you don't have to worry anymore."

he does not falter.
he does not quiver.
he does not move.
he holds me.
he frees my soul with intent...

"they were bringin' you down my darlin'.
i'm here.
i will be.
i will always be here.
you were needin' me,
sittin', pleadin' for me."

wide awake and smiling.
he continues.

"i chose you.
i chose you because you sparkle.
you shine.
you're not like the others."

a revelation.
a submission.
a plea.

"i was ignorin' it for as long as i could.
but you were callin', singin' out for me.
and how could any soul ignore somethin' so beautiful."

walls.

you'll never get me.
no one will.
so how about you just stop trying.
because no matter how hard you try.
i won't let you in.
i promise.

coooool ridge.

i'm all right with being nothing for now because i know that someday i will be something.

repeat.

colder than my heart if you can imagine.

it's cold out but it's fucking colder in.
i can count on you, i know i can.
always.
you can't.
don't.
ever.

can't say,
i'm sad to see you go.
because i'm not.

i want to let you down and disappoint you just how you did to me.

farewell my friend.
time is standing still.
i guarantee you won't forget this.

to beat these odds,
to deceit death,
would take a miracle and nothing less.

never give it up, never give it up, never.
i know you'll never give it up.

sk8 4 lyf.

all i can think about is going for a skate.

productivity.

i duno.
but i do know.
that lolcats.com.
amuses me for hours on end.

my fingernails claw into your shoulders.

if you know someone,
someone close to you,
and you put together all the pieces;
all the laughter and the tears and the silences,
all the deep telling moments of their life then,
well then you can inhabit them and feel part of them.
but if you've known someone with a soul dark, so terrifying,
and you've crawled into every foul corner they think they've hidden from you and you've inhabited them...
how do you...
how do you come back?
can you return to how you used to be?

dancing with wolves.

there are a hundred ways to kneel and kiss the ground.
remind me of my place.
if i cry, give me a reason.
show me no mercy.
force me to my knees and use me as you will.
he only hurts me because he loves the way i scream his name.

december.

"i am taking you back to an October night in 2005.
in the distance that I was traveling and looking for auroras,
the cafe peanut butter bread was not bad at all.
waiting there in the cold night,
in my loneliness,
i started singing a james taylor song.

you gotta wake up men, the northern lights are just amazing.

i started to take a picture,
i didn't have any more time for a james taylor song.

the red, blue, purple, and orange were unusually rich and vivid.
i was stunned.
they were more active and brilliant than I have ever seen.
it was a purely magical and spiritual moment,
i felt that I had witnessed the creator's work so closely.

the lights danced for me,
and the curtains shimmered like a rainbow for two hours,
until they quietly dimmed and slipped behind the stage,
bowing their goodbyes, how humbled, yet honored I was at this special night.

if you have never seen the aurora borealis,
i so hope you will be lucky enough to see them for yourself."