jungle drum

hey im in love
my fingers keep on clicking
to the beating of my heart

hey i can't stop my feet
ebony and ivory
and dancing in the street

hey its cause of you
the world is in a crazy hazy hue

my heart is beating like a jungle drum
my heart is beating like a jungle drum
my heart is beating like a jungle drum

man you got me burnin'
im the moment between the striking and the fire

hey read my lips
'cause all they say is kiss kiss kiss kiss kiss

no it won't ever stop
my hands are in the air
yes im in love

my heart is beating like a jungle drum
my heart is beating like a jungle drum
my heart is beating like a jungle drum

postseceret

i wish somebody new what i was saying

photography

life is like photography.....

we develop from negatives.

john lennon/ yoko ono

give peace a chance

life is like a rubix cube.

1. once you solve one side it gets messed up to solve another.
2. it's just a big puzzle.
3. there is a lot of solutions but there is one goal to get to.
4. it is soo tiring and annoying.
5. it angers you.
6. it gives you joy if you solve something.
7. there are so many different colors.

willow

life is like love.
it starts and ends the same but, it is what is in the middle that counts.

people

at this moment, there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world some are running scared some are coming home some tell lies to make it through the dayothers are just now facing the truth some are evil men, that war with good and some are good, struggling with evil 6 billion people in the world 6 billion souls and sometimes, all you need is one.

the yodeller

i want to scream on top of a mountain.

fuck plans. im sick of them. they will always never be complete or never be just right.

there is always a problem.

this plan has become into a whole bitch slap in the face.

i don't want to be in the middle any more. i just want to stop and go away from "phone drama"

the awkwardness is funny and annoying. its annoyingly funny how a friendship so good can easily turn into rotten eggs.

i am so ready for a break. but when i think about it there will be no break ever.

something is always going to upset us or make one of us unsettled.

i want no more drama and hidden thoughts. more and more i want to leave to my little fantasy world. but reality's roots have tied a knot around my ankles and wont let go.

so i will have to live through this one like i have done almost my whole entire life.

fantasy land

i need to escape to a land where when the sun hits you just right, you can create magic.

somewhere you can be absolutly you and do anything you come up with.

i dont want to keep holding things in all the time.

emit

you can't be fed with your mouth closed

The Four Agreements

BE IMPECCABLE WITH YOUR WORD
Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Avoid using the word to speak against yourself or to gossip about others. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love.

DON'T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONALLY
Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions and the actions of others, you won't be the victim of the needless suffering.

DON'T MAKE ASSUMPTIONS
Find the courage to ask questions and to express what you really want. Communicate with others as clearly as you can to avoid misunderstandings, sadness, and drama. With just this one agreement, you can completely transform your life.

ALWAYS DO YOUR BESTYour best is going to change from moment to moment, it will be different when you are healthy as opposed to sick. Under any circumstance, simply do your best, and you will avoid self-judgment, self-abuse, and regret.

Mahatma Gandhi

"Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever."

friends

1. what's this an appitizer?
2. wait.. what?!
3. you lil shiat!
4. baaah (bye)
5. hellop
6. kape, bye, love you
7. relleh?
8. sometimes when im happy....
9. lets not get ghetto
10. ooohhh i want to kill you (sacasim)
11. oh shit!!!
12. oh my laugh
13. ugh where are they?

oh there is more

henry david thoreau

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan- like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion."

I want to go up to them and say Stop

I see them standing at the formal gates of their colleges, I see my father strolling out under the ochre sandstone arch, the red tiles glinting like bent plates of blood behind his head, I see my mother with a few light books at her hip standing at the pillar made of tiny bricks, the wrought-iron gate still open behind her, its sword-tips aglow in the May air, they are about to graduate, they are about to get married, they are kids, they are dumb, all they know is they are innocent, they would never hurt anybody. I want to go up to them and say Stop, don’t do it—she’s the wrong woman, he’s the wrong man, you are going to do things you cannot imagine you would ever do, you are going to do bad things to children, you are going to suffer in ways you have not heard of, you are going to want to die. I want to go up to them there in the late May sunlight and say it, her hungry pretty face turning to me, her pitiful beautiful untouched body, his arrogant handsome face turning to me, his pitiful beautiful untouched body, but I don’t do it. I want to live. I take them up like the male and female paper dolls and bang them together at the hips, like chips of flint, as if to strike sparks from them, I say Do what you are going to do, and I will tell about it - I go back to May by Sharon Olds

i wanna live how we lived in the summer hut.

damien marley

Don't stress about being wealthy, care more about being healthy.