Carolyn. 16.
I love writing, singing and acting. I wish I could dance because I think it's beautiful, but when I do it I loosely resemble an octopus in a baby swing, if you know what I mean. But if you don't, that's cool too cuz neither do I. Oh and I love people, so please be my friend.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
And there it is now; he enters the room.
It guts like a fish to see how he’s grown.
I love this.
(Source: only-by-night)
Oh my gosh guys, look how gross my eye looks. This isn’t the best picture, but basically I have a blister- esque growth on my eye and I can’t close it and it’s so gross. So I talked to my aunt, cuz she also has really bad allergies, and she said she gets them almost every day this time of year. I’m so pleased to hear I will look this attractive many times in my life. What a bright future. I expect I will get many hot dates in this time of year. That is all.
slam to the ground
racking with sobs
falling
and falling
and coming undone.
yank down the blinds;
dodge the sun, for it lies.
it’s constant bright shining must be a disguise;
nothing is radiant all of the time.
A punch in my gut.
A knife in my back.
The words that I said that I couldn’t retract.
When I said it aloud
I made it so real;
The feelings I felt that I couldn’t
unfeel.
Now I bleed through my eyes,
the pain’s sharp as a tack.
I’m in love with a man, but he doesn’t
love back.
they don’t know how far I’ll go
to prove them wrong.
because I am smart.
I am fast.
I am strong.
and I know that I can do anything.
for it’s said you set your own
limits.
and I never got around
to setting any.
A poem I enjoy by Naners. Have I mentioned she’s my fave?At 5:05 on a Saturday morning I’m sitting on the kitchen floor
While my mother makes me tea.
For the past hour or so I had been crying, I wept, then laughing while she
comforted me.
I had awaken around 2:45
and found my self fantasizing about redeeming my first heartbreak in life.
I…
So, I just finished Season 2 of Dance Academy. Omg, guys. That show. It’s so amazing I was sobbing at the end. Like full on sobbing. omg, omg, I can’t even. AHHHHHHH.
Turn out your toes and remember who you are.
sometimes I stare
willingly,
at blank walls,
begging them to give me
all the answers.
sometimes I find
happiness
in the failures of
others.
sometimes I hurt the people I love
to bring myself
higher.
and I hate myself for
doing these things,
but I keep on anyway.
spiraling further into the winding tunnel
of self- loathing and
misery.
where I like to remind myself,
I am not a very
good person.
sometimes.