There Is Something To Be Said About All of Us

There is something to say about the something that is unsaid.

There is something to read about the something that is unread.

There is something to know about the something that is unknown.

There is something to show about the something that is unshown.

There is something to listen about the something that is unheard.

There is something to spur about the something that is unspurred.

There is something to learn about the something that is unlearned.

There is something to yearn about the something that is unyearned.

There is something to feel about the something that is unfelt.

There is something to build about the something that is unbuilt.

There is something to find about the something that is unfound.

There is something to be done about the something that is unsound.

To say that you are cute

I can't belive you

I can't believe you

Why do you lie and scrape your knees so hard?

I can't even trust you

I can't even trust you

I can't even trust you with your life so let's go on

Lina Scheynius

The one and only.
Your photographs inspire me.
Tremendously.

Stupidity

Such a contreversial matter. Some people really can't help the stupid shit that comes out of thier mouths. Some can.
Here we are presented with two different kinds of people. Type A; the brilliant ones. The ones who sacrifice their whole life to be the smartest. They can present any random trivial fact and can most of the time put any situation into a statistic. Type B; the not-so-smart ones. The ones who never put their mind to it's fullest potential in school. The ones who one day end up outsmarting our goverment system by coming up with elaborate schemes to steal. The threat to our society. The dangerous ones.
So who wins?
The Bookworms or The Robbers?
I'll tell you who.
Neither.
See what ends up happening is, the professor will one day end up with the successful career, the trophy wife, and everything he ever wanted and more. He worked his ass off for years, and he desereves it right?
As for the Type B guy, he ends up using his smarts to find some uneducated intellectual who couldn't give two fucks if he puts a bullet through your head. He hires them, to kill the Type A man and his family. He ends up with the money, and within a certain time, he's busted because he wasn't smart enough to think of leaving DNA behind at the crime scene.
Type A ends up in a coffin.
Type B ends up in prison.
Sometimes people are just....


stupid.

Running Away.

Sometimes I want to escape.
Pressures gone.
Time of my life.
Live for the moment, the passion, the experience.
Live for me.

At this moment,

The knot in my gut pulls just a little bit tighter.
He was right to love you, who would I be kidding to ignore that.
Your ideals and ways inspire me.
I want to be like you, I want to see life through this new light.
But I can't see you, he is the wall that stands before me.
The reason the sun has turned to black.
He blocks your light, deminishes your shine.
Don't let him drag you down a selfless path to where your scars can't be erased.
Show me your ways, show me the way beyond the fine line of reality.
And leave him behind,
please leave him behind.

If Only

If only you could see my life.
Through these eyes.
Through these eyes.
If only you could hear those words.
Through these lies.
Through these lies.
If only you could bear the screams.
Through these cries.
Through these cries.
If only you could break the seams.
Through these ties.
Through these ties.
If only you could hear my want.
Through these sighs.
Through these sighs.
If only you could hear my last words.
Through these goodbyes.
Through these goodbyes.