She liked beautiful people and their pretty greenbrownblue eyes. She liked that dark, quiet boy(man). The upwards motion he makes with his lips, when he hears something amusing, as if he's about to smile - but doesn't. It makes you want to cover your face and fall with all the butterflies, fluttering their wings in you stomach. That deep, slightly scary chuckle, rumbling sound as you lay on his chest. His honest, straightforward answers that might make you cry or violent or just make everything brighter and wonderful with all the confetti and blue skies and happyhappy smiles.

"Even if we kiss a million times. I'll still blush and act as if it was our first."

"The ability to have thoughts and not act on them is what separates man from beast."

She's eating the food with her eyes.

"You can't have my heart, the doctor told me I'd be dead without it."

Chubby cheeks is a disease. Try not to catch it.

Sasuke and Sakura.

God.

Everything was ugly. Too damn ugly. If she could, she would throw a bucket of glitter and honey over the starless sky, and city, and you (because you don't like sticky things but you're also pretty) and anything else that was in her path. But she couldn't because she was laying on the cement floor with trailing thoughts and spilt coffee.

–when the dance is through, it's me and you. come on, would it really be so bad?

It always happens to her. Bad things. Horribly embarrassing bad (badbad) things. The breaking of glass, the scraping of knees against asphalt floors, those horrible prom night, pink Iseeyou pustules that pops up unexpectedlyexpectedly and the 

I-really-like-you-but-I'm-making-a-big-fool-out-of-myself-right-now-so-I'll-leave moments. Bad. It was always an ending to another beginning for her.

And then there was him. You. The can I slap you and kiss you at the same time boy. 

"It's not the end of the world."

"Of course it's not, if it was, I'd actually have some luck."

"Hn."

And then you'd do that funny little thatsnotevenaword sound. You were able to amuse me and stop me with that insignificant little noise.

She would get mad, throw a fit and then he would smile his smile, your rare kodak moment smile, his something-to-die-for smiles. My Sasuke smiles.

–all we can do is keep breathing now.

Instead of changing the world and making it a better place with glitter and honey, we lay on the cold asphalt ground under the starless sky with spilt coffee and trailing thoughts and smudged smiles with bad luck and broken glasses because I'd rather be sleeping and dreaming about tomorrow with you.


–you close your eyes and kiss your hand, then you blow it

Someone who cares.

Even though I'm supposed to be studying or get ready for an art practical thats due on Friday, I'm wasting my day on facebook and twitter(no one likes you. Be gone oh bad ones) 


And I got the nicest comment from somebody with blonde hair like the sun, sky blue eyes and the happiest smile (IN THE WORLD)


You made my day, and for that... thanks a bunch.

From Yesterday.

I am the one from yesterday. That darkdark day, that twenty-four hour day, that


"You owe me something that you took a long time ago" day.


I was the one; with the chipped nails and shining pocket knife; the one with a crooked smile and sunken cheeks; crazed eyes with the past glowing from behind and the one that spoke softly with pain. Kneeling into the dirt, clenching my fingers into the soil and your gaze shook me and my thoughts. 


Looking at you, watching you stand proudly in your hazy shadow like a ghost, wearing your masked smile (I'm smiling because I don't want to) like a second skin and, 


I said, with a voice I didn't recognize


"You're going to wish you didn't wake up today"


Yesterday was a long time ago.

Make this week go faster.

Nobody likes exams. Unless you've got a knack for being smart. Pfft.


Wrote Afrikaans today. Art theory tomorrow. 


Wish me good luck. 

"Make morning into a key and throw it into the well, 
Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly. 
Let the morning sun forget to rise in the east, 
Go slowly, my lovely moon, go slowly."

Life is a train. Get on board.

Crystal Methylin.

By Uncle R.


I can take you anywhere, it’s for you to suggest or determine the route. Its when you seek – for lone and lost that I extend my helping hand and when it seems your saviours arrived, confusion sets in just to find your soul is compensated. 

They say cruel is kind. For I have many names. Labels a plenty, such is my repertoire, a vast misdemeanor a plot to entice all of your kind – I travel with you – and pacify your dreams when dread leads you in and failure beckons. 

I’ll consume all your thoughts and I will call you, “friend”. Fly with you over mountains and glide over tides that never end. And when you fall asleep in that troubled state I’ll make sure you reach your insomniac fate. 

My strategy is simple: NO ONE ESCAPES. 

My enlistment never wavers. No need to be brave. You call my name as crystal appear, you’ll feel warm even loved with no burden to bear. For I am you, a startling choice, a whisper of lies as truth escapes. The calmness I emit when you hallucinate, the speed of your thoughts that races by. I persist with you sharing the wrath, the spiraling circus that you call life. 

For all that you strive for I can embrace, I’m versatile and agile as long as you breathe. Your colleagues and friends with their socials and trends introduce me amongst their peers. For I am everlasting, with no conscience to bear, recruiting them all, preparing for their fall.

It holds no meaning this loyalty brigade as your veins harden and expand, and as you transport me to all of your organs that I have seen, your memory in colours that even you have never seen. 

So rise to my calling, my loyal slave, bow to my power as I dictate every nerve in your system that call out to me, I shall answer.. “you will never be free.” 
As I put you on your path, destructively. You commit only to me. My many cloaks and masks that covers thee, will hide your reflections in the light you cannot see, 

I’ll even die with you, if it means you’ll be safe, such is the trust that you bestow on me. 
In all your confusion and all of your fears, exist no emotion as you profess.
Any resemblance that once was you, my apostle of doom that multiplies every second and each after noon as you die when I leave your soul, crystal exclaims 


“a victory to be told”.

"I may seem crazy or painfully shy and these scars wouldn't be so hidden if you would just look me in the eye. I feel alone here and cold here though I don't want to die but the only anesthetic that makes me feel anything kills inside."

Dream drug.

It's strange. It's a relationship (I don think it's a relationship). It's something safe that they we have. Like the giggles and the stomach clenching and 

I'm not talking to you for five minutes. 

They talk about everything and blankblankblank. Words filled with nothingness that leaves them with a light breeze, lingering glances and a bad after taste. 

She always liked those glances though. because sometimes, when she saw them (when she gave them) it'd make her feel like she wasn't the only one stuck. 

Stuck. Stuck with a heavily stacked contract with blank pages. Torn edges. Stuck with her hands tied behind her back and a blindfold 

I don't know what I'm doing, I can't see where my feet are falling and I don't want you. I don't I don't I don't.

He knew her, Iknowyou, he knew too much and it scared her because she didn't know him (I don't want to know you because I like you too much for my/her/your/his own good). 

She doesn't think about anything, and it's all in the music, droplets of golden rainbow dripping through her soul as she tries, tries, tries to be this paradigm of perfection, silly and smiley and happy, but it's all for him, for him, and sometimes she thinks that no one else sees that because no one sees no one ever sees and it's like an addiction. 

The more she feeds it, the more she needs it.

I don't won't anybody to notice (She doesn't want him to notice even if her heart thinks otherwise. Stupidheart) because then it'd be real, too real for me to hold above the mountain of silver and clouds and happiness.

Too real for me to let go. Too real for a beginning and too real for an ending 

(make it easier and untie me. before it becomes too real for you and me). 

1 OF EVERY 10 PEOPLE BORN IS GAY. THAT MEANS 1 OF EVERY 10 PEOPLE IS INSTANTLY PUT DOWN, GIVEN BAD LABELS, LEFT ALONE, PUT IN MINORITY, AND MUCH ELSE. ALL FOR SOMETHING THEY DIDN’T ASK FOR. MANY GAY TEENS ARE TURNING TO SUICIDE AS A WAY OF ESCAPING. IF YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THAT LIFE WILL…GET BETTER & THAT YOU RESPECT THEM FOR WHO THEY ARE, REBLOG THIS. MOST OF YOU WON’T, BUT LETS SEE THE 5% OF YOU WHO WILL.

"Move your hips! Move your hip!"...No.

Yesterday was hilarious.


My mom and sister were doing a workout called Zumba. A dance workout. And they can't dance. They had to move their hips, arms and legs at the same time...


Who knew it could be so funny to watch your mom do unusual movements with her body?


I didn't.


So I decided to do it with them today...


It's horrible. I burst out laughing at my own stiff movements and then I got frustrated and left. Psh. 


I don't have to do that. Like. Really.


Anyway. Laterz.

Nothing big, nothing special.

By Lara Evans


I would only like a nice life
A milk-and-one-sugar-please life
Just a fish fingers-and-All Gold life
Nothing big, nothing special


I would only like a quiet life
A white-sand-seaside-holiday life
A Sunday-out-with-Daddy life
A Labrador-called-Molly life


I would only like a safe life
A steady-fondly-married life
A knitting-pattern-warm-milk life
A picket-fence-and-hatchback life


I wouldn't like a magnificent life
A trips-to-faraway-places life
A foolish-falling-head-over-heals life
A suitcase-and-paperback-poetry life


I wouldn't like a significant life
A Nobel-Prize-winning life
A Piano-Concerto-No.21 life
A Theory-of-Relativity life


A would only like a small life
A tidy-shoebox life
A bed-before-nine-thirty life
An insignificant, happy life


Nothing big, nothing special. 

"Happiness hit her like a bullet in the head, struck from a great height by someone who should know better than that."

"I want to change the world... instead I sleep. I want to believe in more than you and me."

Coming back from the dead.

 "Lee, I'm alive. My whole life flashed in front of me. In three years I'll be married to a Chinese woman. We had three kids, look just like you, only a little darker." - Oh man, I love me some Rush Hour.  

I'm back! Guess who just found out who was in Cape Town this holiday? Are you guessing? Hmm, I'll just tell you... JUSTIN BIEBER! Whataguy.


Schools starting tomorrow, eww, and I'm going to gym (yeah! air punch). 


I don't have much to say. Disappointing. Maybe tomorrow I'll have news for you since school is my sad life. Psh. 


YN.   

65 questions.

1. First thing you wash in the shower?
   my hair

2. What color is your favorite hoodie?
   black

3. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?
   no.

4. Do you plan outfits?
   only after I went shopping.

5. How are you feeling RIGHT now?
   like a potato.

6. What’s the closest thing to you that’s red?
   my panty.

7. Tell me about the last dream you remember having?
   I was fighting Emma Roberts with a wand from Harry Potter but then she turned out to be Avril Lavigne. 

8. Did you meet anybody new today?
   No, my life is gross.

9. What are you craving right now?
   Malva pudding.

10. Do you floss?
    Sometimes.

11. What comes to mind when I say cabbage?
    Cages.

12. Are you emotional?
    My life is emotional.

13. Have you ever counted to 1,000?
    Yes, at a tile shop.

14. Do you bite into your ice cream or just lick it?
    Just lick.

15. Do you like your hair?
    I guess so.
16. Do you like yourself?
    Yes.
17. Would you go out to eat with George W. Bush?
    No, he sucks(no offence.) Obama's better.
18.What are you listening to right now?
   Dickhead by Kate Nash.
19. Are your parents strict?
    Mom wears the pants in the house.

20. Would you go sky diving?
    Yes!
21. Do you like cottage cheese?
    Nope.
22. Have you ever met a celebrity?
    In my dreams.

23. Do you rent movies often?
    I don't have a car so I can't rent movies.
24. Is there anything sparkly in the room you’re in?
    My personality.
25. How many countries have you visited?
    3.
26. Have you made a prank phone call?
    yes, 2 years ago.

27. Ever been on a train?
    Totally.

28. Brown or white eggs?
    White eggs. Scrambled. Yes please.

29.Do you have a cell-phone?
   I'd die if I didn't have one.

30. Do you use chap stick?
    Yeah (its red)

31. Do you own a gun?
    Does it count if there is pepper spray in it?

32. Can you use chop sticks?
    No, the way i use chop sticks could kill you.

33. Who are you going to be with tonight?
    My school and friends and parents and strangers.

34. Are you too forgiving?
    Yeah...

35. Ever been in love?
    I'm too young to know what love is.

36. What is your best friend(s) doing tomorrow?
    Eating pizza. Bitch.

37. Ever have cream puffs??
    I have no idea what that is.

38. Last time you cried?
    Last year. I'm super woman.

39. What was the last question you asked?
    Are you done with that?

40. Favorite time of the year?
    In January...yeah baby.

41. Do you have any tattoos?
    I have a fake one

42. Are you sarcastic?
    Totally, thats how I roll.

43. Have you ever seen The Butterfly Effect?
    Yes. Who didn't

44. Ever walked into a wall?
    ...it happens.

45. Favorite color?
    blue(green, purple, turquoise, brown but nobody has to know)

46. Have you ever slapped someone?
    Yes, but people slap me... its personal.

47. Is your hair curly?
    I don't know, what if it's both?...same

48. What was the last CD you bought?
    My memory sucks ass.

49. Do looks matter?
    Yes. Sometimes. Maybe. Only a little. 

50. Could you ever forgive a cheater?
    Yes, it's me we're talking about.

51. Is your phone bill sky high?
    I live on R135 vodacom baby!

52. Do you like your life right now?
    its kinda boring

53. Do you sleep with the TV on?
    No, i sleep in the dark... Like a normal person. Psh.

54. Can you handle the truth?
    I guess so.

55. Do you have good vision?
    My eyes play games with me.

56. Do you hate or dislike more than 3 people?
    No.

57. How often do you talk on the phone?
    Not so much.

58. The last person you held hands with?
    Friend.

59. What are you wearing?
    Bright blue skinnies and Ramones top.

60.What is your favorite animal?
   Meerkat.

61. Where was your default picture taken at?
    At home in nadia's room.

62. Can you hula hoop?
    nope. I'd fall on the grown.

63. Do you have a job?
    No, I'm scared I'd give the wrong change to customers. And customers scare me.

64. What was the most recent thing you bought?
    Chuckles.

65. Have you ever crawled through a window?
    Yes. At camp. I didn't have a key to my room.