03 February, 2010

Your flaws are beautiful.

They’re what make you stand out. Don’t try to be normal, perfect, striving to be something or someone that you will never accomplish. Be annoying, be quirky, be different. In truth, it takes a hell of a lot more strength to resist, than to go along with the flow. Stray from the path. What anyone else thinks doesn’t matter. Let them be boring, let them be the same, as unnoticeable as the people around them. Wear flowers in your hair, mismatching socks, and thousands of multi-colored bracelets. Press all those damn buttons in the elevator, and piss off everyone around you. Have fun now, because there’s always plenty of time to be boring in the future. — Andrea

13 January, 2010

"Don’t fear failure so much that you refuse to try new things. The saddest summary of a life contains two descriptions: might have, and should have.
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black humour


enough said.


breakfast at tiffanys


meow


the reality is


24 December, 2009

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I lost my mind and still haven't found it.

09 December, 2009

hip hip hooray


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Nobody dies a virgin, life fucks us all

"My generation’s apathy. I’m disgusted with it. I’m disgusted with my own apathy too,


for being spineless and not always standing up against racism,

sexism and all those other -isms the counterculture has been whinning about for years."
 
 
 
"We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We’ve learned how to make a living but not a life. We’ve added years to life, not life to years."
 
 
 
 
 
"I’m You-Know-Who. Want to go You-Know-Where and do You-Know-What?"
 
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Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand

Jesus freaks out in the street

Handing tickets out for God

Turning back she just laughs

The boulevard is not that bad

Piano man he makes his stand

In the auditorium

Looking on she sings the songs

The words she knows, the tune she hums

But oh how it feels so real

Lying here with no one near

Only you, and you can hear me

When I say softly, slowly

Blue jean baby, L.A. lady, seamstress for the band

Pretty eyed, pirate smile, you’ll marry a music man

Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand

And now she’s in me, always with me, tiny dancer in my hand



Hold me closer tiny dancer

Count the headlights on the highway

Lay me down in sheets of linen

you had a busy day today


"If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with."



"Yesterday’s just a memory, tomorrow is never what it’s supposed to be."

"and if I die before I wake…"


"How can you eat anything with eyes?"



"Nothing will benefit human health and increase chances for survival of life on Earth as much as the evolution to a vegetarian diet. ~Albert Einstein"