Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Well, I've been afraid of changing cause I've
Built my life around you
Time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older, too
I get older, too
Built my life around you
Time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I'm getting older, too
I get older, too
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Lyrics from Smashing Pumpkins' Landslide
Lyrics from Smashing Pumpkins' Landslide
A Silly Question
Do nightmares only happen during the night?
Today I had a nightmare, or at least it did seem like one. I was inside a vehicle in which two very close relatives of mine sat beside and in front of me, as we anticipate what appears to be this catastrophic hard-on collision with another monstrosity box-on-wheels. For some reason, the expression of one remained lucid up to this very moment--her face all crunched up, not brought about by the markings imprinted by time, but it was a look as if she was almost terrified for me (that or maybe I'm just yet again self-indulgent and assuming). And then almost just a wink away from the big bang encounter, I snapped out of it.
I woke up just like in some twisted horror movie where in the end it was all just a dream, complete with light rays seeping through the glass window beside our wasabi-colored sofas and chirping birds against the cable cords effect.
It was late afternoon I think. How odd to have a nightmare in the afternoon! I rarely have dreams, more so ones that fall within the proximity of morbidity's edge and actually one that I could almost vividly recall. Scary shit.
Do nightmares only happen during the night?
Today I had a nightmare, or at least it did seem like one. I was inside a vehicle in which two very close relatives of mine sat beside and in front of me, as we anticipate what appears to be this catastrophic hard-on collision with another monstrosity box-on-wheels. For some reason, the expression of one remained lucid up to this very moment--her face all crunched up, not brought about by the markings imprinted by time, but it was a look as if she was almost terrified for me (that or maybe I'm just yet again self-indulgent and assuming). And then almost just a wink away from the big bang encounter, I snapped out of it.
I woke up just like in some twisted horror movie where in the end it was all just a dream, complete with light rays seeping through the glass window beside our wasabi-colored sofas and chirping birds against the cable cords effect.
It was late afternoon I think. How odd to have a nightmare in the afternoon! I rarely have dreams, more so ones that fall within the proximity of morbidity's edge and actually one that I could almost vividly recall. Scary shit.
"For every negative thing you encounter find two positive.
One to cancel out the bad, and one to share with someone else, to cancel out their bad."
One to cancel out the bad, and one to share with someone else, to cancel out their bad."
In search for a decent girly-girly pattern for our color theory plate I stumbled upon a slice of cheesy shit:
There comes a point in your life
when you realize who matters, who never did,
who won't anymore, and who always will.
So don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't
make it to your future.
when you realize who matters, who never did,
who won't anymore, and who always will.
So don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't
make it to your future.
mikka ano naman iniisip mo nung last pic mo? haha :P read more
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