Fake it till you’ve Made it
When I can force a smile to my eyes, that’s when I know I’ve made it.
If my life became a movie, I think I’d like it to be called ‘The Art of Insanity’.
I Love Being a Child…
I’m 22, with Hanson in my playlist…
And there ain’t a damn thing you can do about it!
Cutest gosh darn little buggers you will ever see!
To cheat a man is nothing; but the woman must have fine parts, indeed, who cheats a woman.
In Hope For 2009
May the road be free for the journey
May it lead where it promised it would
May the stars that gave ancient baring
Be seen, still understood
May every aircraft fly safely
May every traveller be found
May the sailors crossing the ocean
Not hear the cries of the drowned
May gardens be wild like jungles
May nature never be tamed
May danger create of us heros
May fears always have names
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young
May we be outlived by our daughters
May we be outlived by our sons
May the bombs rust away in the bunkers
And the doomsday clock not be rewound
May the solitary scientists working
Remember the holes in the ground
May the knife remain in the holder
May the bullet stay in the gun
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun…
- John Marsden
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. - Baz Luhrmann
I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead, and some come from behind. But I’ve brought a big bat. And I’m ready you see. No my troubles are going, to have troubles with me…
Fran will fail miserably. You’ll toil your life away. And I’ll die alone, upside down, on the floor of a pub toilet.
A crude, dirty, drunk, chain smoking Irishman.
When this is my idea of the perfect man, it’s no wonder all my relationships are so fucking dysfunctional.
At least he’s hot…
-C
Well I never pray
But tonight I’m on my knees
I need to hear some sounds that recognize the pain in me
I let the melody shine, let it cleanse my mind, I feel free now
But the airways are clean and there’s nobody singing to me now
Voodoo Girl
Her skin is white cloth,
And she’s all sewn apart
And she has many coloured pins
Sticking out of her heart.
She has beautiful red
Hypno disk eyes
The kind that she uses
To hypnotise guys
She has many different zombies
Who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
Who was originally from France.
But she knows she has a curse on her,
A curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
Too close to her,
The pins stick farther in.
- Tim Burton (The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy)
I’m just a notch in your bedpost
But you’re just a line in a song
