knees up

adorable

prince harry was looking smashing, as always;)

work for it.

so many things are racing through my mind right now.

so many things i wish i could pour out into this little box, but i know that if i did someone out there would judge, someone out there would be offended, and someone out there would think i am "overreacting".

so i shall keep it simple.

i am not changing for anyone.

hey jude.

grilled cheese sandwhiches

thing one, thing two.

Sara Goldfarb:

I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old.

(requiem for a dream)

Harry Goldfarb:

You got friends, Ma.

Sara Goldfarb:

Ah, it's not the same. They don't need me. I like the way I feel. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. Now when I get the sun, I smile.

locked fingers

a thousand miles seems pretty far, but they've got planes and trains and cars.....i'd walk to you if i had no other way....

red lips

imagine if suddenly you woke up and your whole life had been a dream, and you're actually a completely different person living a different life in a different world...

word vomit.

i am selfish for wanting too much of you.

i am horrible for assuming the worst when you are silent.

i am greedy for wanting you all to myself.

i am dumb for always overreacting.

i am cruel for hoping she dies...

i am inconsiderate about your feelings.

i am sorry for being a horrible person.

i am sorry for assuming the worst when you are the best.

i am sorry for not realizing what i have is the greatest.

i am sorry i am over dramatic.

i am sorry i am always bringing it up...

i am sorry i don't do my best all the time.

i want you.

i want us to be happy.

i want this to be forgotten.

i want it to be carefree.

i want it to be great.

i want it to be wonderful.

thank you for being patient.

thank you for not giving up

thank you for not yelling at me when i deserve it.

thank you for understanding.

thank you for putting up with psycho me.

thank you for being you.

i am sorry.

i am sorry.

i am sorry.

i am sorry.

i am sorry.

i am sorry.....

spare oom.

i still dream about it......

pettles

a lady walked into the salon today wanting a haircut, manicure and pedicure.

i went to go greet my client and found myself shaking hands with an adorable sixty five year old lady with short grey hair and no teeth at all to go with her beautiful smile.

she explained to me that she was going to be in fashion show on saturday and needed to look just so.

she wanted a pixie cut.

as i cut of sections off her shiny grey hair i listened to her talk about how she lives alone, no husband, no kids, just her cat...belle, who will be five soon.

pam is suffering from depression.

she then proceeded to talk to me about her favorite movies:harry potter, chronicles of narnia, and dirty dancing.

reading is not for her.

after she was satisfied with her hair i led her to get her manicure and pedicure.

she kept looking at herself in all the mirrors and smiling,"I look and feel like a new person already." she said, smiling at me with her toothless grin.

she picked out two different colors for her toenails, and purple glitter polish for her finger nails.

"thank you for doing this,"she constantly said throughout the four hours i was with her.

"thank you for dealing with me," she kept saying.

as i painted her nails she told me all about how she needs to get out of her apartment and move to a senior home.

"i can't live alone anymore. i need friends. they tell me its not good to be alone, and i need to do this for myself."

pam is suffering from depression.

"i can bring belle though,"she said excitedly,"the doctor said she is my companion."

pam walked out of the school smiling and fluffing her hair.

"i just know i'll look good on the runway this weekend,"she exclaimed.

pam is suffering from depression.

none of us deserve to live a life of loneliness.....we all deserve to be loved.

here's johhny

i have, honestly, always wanted a pet elephant.

while all my girlfriends were wondering how they were going to get their daddy's to buy them horses for their birthdays i was trying to think of ways i could steal an elephant from the circus.

i think owning one would be one of thee sweetest things in the world!

panda bear

i hate dreaming that i am late for work, then waking up and realizing....i' m late for work.

hiccup

some say the local lake had been enchanted

others said it must have been the weather

the neighbors were trying to keep it quiet

but i swear that i could hear the laughter...

so they joke, and they nicknamed it "the porridge"

cause over night that lake had turned thick as butter

but the local kids would still go swimming, drinking

saying to them that it doesnt matter

if you just hold your breath

'til you come back up in full

hold your breath

'till you've thought it through

you fool

whisper.

the pictures in his mind arose, and began to breathe...