CAN I HAVE HIM?!?!?!? :D :D :D
 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9BU-qPXFoA
Thats SOO CUTE(:

the line between whats real
and what isn't was
clearly
drawn, wonderfully crafted
 
like the walls around your heart
what happens
when you don't know whats real anymore
if i say i love you
do
i
mean it?
 
life is your canvas
and this sky has all
the colors you need
but can you make a masterpiece
on
 
invisible paper?
 
-----
nocomment.

I think that we all need to stop and look around. Look at ourselves. Our lives. Get our priorities straight, and breathe. Just take a look around. A concrete city, a barren wasteland. Love is taken for granted. Lust is mistaken for love. And greed is all around us. It fuels us. We breathe the air it saturates. It intoxicates us. Ambition is now back-stabbing. Simple hellos are not spoken. Hugs are illegal. Take a stand, look around. A barren wasteland, smoke, ash. Beautiful miracles are cursed. Cities are burned, wars fought. Friendship means nothing. We need to stop. Look around. Breathe. Turn our faces towards the sky, not just to our goals and schedules. Just breathe, be thankful. Love the right way. And take time out to fight for what is right. There’s a genocide in Africa, but our attention is on our own country? Our war that’s not necessary to fight? Blindness is an epidemic. It’s contagious, steer clear. Open your eyes, look around. Taste the rain. Love others, help others. Today it’s a wasteland. Desperation. Tomorrow it’s a single rose bud springing up out of the concrete. Hope.
 

Another sucky thing :D
I looooove mood swings :O
 
Ily.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLxNjY5fW_s&feature=channel
 
24 PAGES OF A FUCKING PROJECT.
DAMMIT! xD.
 
I wrote! :O Baahha, wait I do that a lot.
It's not better than mah bby nicoles, or
Arths? Is that right? But okie doke :D
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im not desperate
im not hopeless, either
(not waiting for every message,) for every perfectly delivered line
 
for every snow bound kiss
every starry night to end like this
emptied
plastic champagne cups
with the smell of the bubbly on your
breath
the air around us calls my name
every pore tingles, aches, longs
 
for a passage out of this town
your arms around me
warm me
for now, just you wait
until im california bound
 
dreaming
under the stars-- they t(wink)le.
your eyelashes brush mine
butterfly kiss
butterflies
invade my stomach
still; the recklessness remains
 
will i ever feel safe in your arms?

rl kayela, bahahah ewwww >_<
 
Anyways, I'm on. PM ME :D