December 2010
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500 Days of Summer
“When you run into somebody you used to date, either you find them extremely annoying or enough time has passed that you idealize everything about them.”
—J.D. from Scrubs
I love my mom. She may drive me crazy, but I swear she is one of the most intelligent people I have ever met. And that is objective.
Drunk.
I’m rereading the Perks of Being a Wallflower and its almost scary not only how much it resonates with me, but how much I can see myself in the text.
Maybe scary’s not the right word though.
I’ve always done this thing throughout my life. I take the traits of characters that I admire and add them to myself and in a process that makes them my own. And this is a perfect example.
As much as I hate (and love) to admit it, I am a wallflower. I am Charlie.
And I think I have a hard time separating myself from the characters. Because at the end of the day all I really want to say is:
“So this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.”
Perched.
Watching.
Waiting.
Set my eyes on you.
Watch you make your every move.
So still, I wait.
Planning.
Plotting.
Grasping at the truth.
As I make my every move.
So still, I wait.
Smiling.
Brooding over you.
So still, I wait.
I will never stop listening.
I will never stop watching.
I will never stop searching.
I will never stop stalking.
Precarious,
Yet soft to touch,
With comfort, fill my eyes enough.
So still, I wait.
I will never stop listening.
I will never stop watching.
I will never stop searching.
I WILL NEVER STOP.
Ten Story Stilts
You’re missing,
I’m missing,
We’re missing out on our lives.
I’m missing,
I’m missing,
I’m missing out on yours,
Just as your missing mine.
And so Miss Lyss,
I must insist,
I might be wrong,
You might be right.
I stood on stilts,
When you instilled such thoughts,
As to leave you on your own.
Ten story stilts,
Perched, with greater silence,
Still my perch unknown.
You’re missing,
I’m missing,
We’re missing out on our lives.
I’m missing,
I’m missing,
I’m missing out on yours,
Just as your missing mine.
No fathomed words,
Could have ensured a bond,
Built through a telephone.
What I endured,
Puts me at a loss for words.
I’m. So. Alone.
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Maybe there is something more,
Than what I sought before.
Maybe two years is the time it takes,
To shift such wrongs to rights.
Now shortcomings won’t stop me.
‘Cause I’ve learned that,
Hope is something I’ll always define.
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Tumblr Challenge - Day 13
Tumblr Challenge Day 13 - A fictional book
I haven’t read this book in ages. In fact, I can barely remember anything about it. But I definitely remember that it had a huge impact on me. I should reread it soon. It’s the only book that has ever made me cry.
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Politics. →
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I am a Republican.
But maybe that’s not the way to define myself. ‘Republican’ creates all kinds of negative associations in people’s minds. The actions of my predecessors has created a stigma of hatred, corporate insensitivity, bigotry, and resistance to change.
Constrain the federal government to its legitimate constitutional functions. Let it empower people, while limiting its reach into their lives. Spend only what is necessary, and tax only to raise revenue for essential government functions. Unleash the power of enterprise, innovation, civic energy, and the American spirit – and never pretend that government is a substitute for family or community.
-The 2008 Republican Platform
Politicians have lost sight of the basic principles of conservatism, the things the founding fathers wanted us to have.
I believe in minimal government interference.
I support gay marriage and rights.
I believe in the separation of church and state- and therefore, that the government should have no say in matters like abortion.
I believe in the basic freedoms that my ancestors came to this country for: Freedom. The freedom to practice or not practice any religion without fear of persecution. The freedom to believe what we want to, and not have to have the beliefs of others inflicted upon us. The freedom to live and let live, and love our fellow men for our differences and similarities.
I am not a party, to be hated by association. I am an individual, with unique experiences and perspectives, like every other person who stands under some political party’s banner. But maybe, in a time like this, it’s time to step away from the banner.
I am not produced by the mold that is Republican. I am from the lack of mold that we call American.
What about you?
I respect this so much. It is, I think, the attitude where dialogue can exist. Hey Brittany— you’re great.
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