and i kinda wanna be a writer and i kinda wanna be an artist and i kinda wanna be the best at school and somehow i kinda cant stand to lose and somehow i just wanna get perfect marks for everything but i know that ain't gonna happen and i kinda just want this to stop so i can just kinda be free and kinda concentrate on what i want to concentrate on and don't think of that all the time anymore and i kinda wanna have something i'm good at but i don't really think that that exist cause i never found it before so i kinda think maybe i'm just average at many things at once but i want at least one thing im good at oh and i'm maybe kinda sorry for t
Ik hoor, ik zie, ik ruik, ik proef..
Maar zie je niet, dat dit alles
geen enkele waarde heeft?
Want-
ik voel niet meer, ik kan niet meer, ik doe niets meer..
En zie je niet, dat dit mijn leven zijn nut ontneemt,
dat het nut afsterft, en mijn levenslust daarmee?
Zie je niet, wat dit alles van mijn leven maakt?
Want zo wordt mijn leven immers,
een nutteloos bestaan.
And I think:
What would it be like,
if your lips touched mine?
What would it be like,
if you stood next to me,
breathing in my ear?
What would it be like,
If you said that you love me?
If you kissed me and touched my lips?
If you loved me, and really loved?
If you said you want me, and mean it?
If you told me I'm beautiful,
I'm your precious?
But then I shake my head
and I know it won't ever be like that.
And, that you'll never think of me,
other than as 'that weird girl'.
And I know you loathe me,
you hate me.. and I love you,
more then you'll ever know.
Renji caught himself as he was spacing out. He was supposed to finish his paperwork, but instead he was just staring out the window, following a hell butterfly with his eyes. He shook his head, and tried to concentrate on his paperwork.
But a few minutes later Renji noticed that he was spacing out again, chewing on the far end of his pen. He sighed. Why was it that he just couldn't concentrate on his work today?
But a creak of the door woke him up from his thoughts. He raised his head, and looked at the person who just entered the room. It was Kuchiki-taichou. "Kuchiki-taichou" stuttered Renji, while he tried to look like he was working rea
and i kinda wanna be a writer and i kinda wanna be an artist and i kinda wanna be the best at school and somehow i kinda cant stand to lose and somehow i just wanna get perfect marks for everything but i know that ain't gonna happen and i kinda just want this to stop so i can just kinda be free and kinda concentrate on what i want to concentrate on and don't think of that all the time anymore and i kinda wanna have something i'm good at but i don't really think that that exist cause i never found it before so i kinda think maybe i'm just average at many things at once but i want at least one thing im good at oh and i'm maybe kinda sorry for t
Ik hoor, ik zie, ik ruik, ik proef..
Maar zie je niet, dat dit alles
geen enkele waarde heeft?
Want-
ik voel niet meer, ik kan niet meer, ik doe niets meer..
En zie je niet, dat dit mijn leven zijn nut ontneemt,
dat het nut afsterft, en mijn levenslust daarmee?
Zie je niet, wat dit alles van mijn leven maakt?
Want zo wordt mijn leven immers,
een nutteloos bestaan.
And I think:
What would it be like,
if your lips touched mine?
What would it be like,
if you stood next to me,
breathing in my ear?
What would it be like,
If you said that you love me?
If you kissed me and touched my lips?
If you loved me, and really loved?
If you said you want me, and mean it?
If you told me I'm beautiful,
I'm your precious?
But then I shake my head
and I know it won't ever be like that.
And, that you'll never think of me,
other than as 'that weird girl'.
And I know you loathe me,
you hate me.. and I love you,
more then you'll ever know.
wanneer je me vertelt hoe de zon op komt,
hoe het gras groen wordt,
en hoe blauw de lucht kan worden;
hoe mensen hun hoofden legen,
hoe bomen hun ringen vermenigvuldigen,
en hoe lachen wanneer we huilen;
hoe je me uitlegt dat we allemaal schatten zijn,
hoe spiegels onszelf niet tonen,
en hoe wolken langzaam wegdrijven;
hoe we woorden maken,
hoe we zinnen niet kunnen doorgeven,
en hoe we loslaten van elkaar;
hoe je vergeet wat formeel is,
hoe we onze grenzen overgaan,
en hoe onze ogen dichtvallen en wij in slaap vallen
dan hou ik van je.
I changed a lot lately. I was reading old journal entries and I came to the conclusion that I really aren't the same person anymore as I was then. A lot happened. And it changed me a lot. And I'm glad I changed.
Kinda stole from ~Beef-Pot-Tippo (https://www.deviantart.com/beef-pot-tippo)..
Did you change at all this year?: I think I did..
Did you dye your hair?: nope.
Did you get your hair cut?: Yesh, I did.
Did you change your style?: Think so.
Were you in school?: Sure was..
Did you get good grades?: Kinda.
Did you have a job?: Nope.
Did you drive?: Nope.
Did anyone close to you give birth?: guess not.
Did you move at all?: Nope.
Did you go on any vacations?: ..not really
Did you leave the country at all?: I did! ..on a school excursion >
Happy new year! :3
2010 wasn't a very busy year art wise, but my private life was quite turbulent..
I fell in love with someone who's too perfect, and who lives too far away.. and I haven't heard from him since September or something.. But I'm almost over him and now it's kind of complicated with someone else.
But she's like my best friend and I really love her. But maybe not that way, and maybe I do.
And now it's almost 2011, and somehow I hope it will be a better year. Not that 2010 was really bad, but.. it was too complicated and I had too many mood changes and things like that.. But then long time kinda..
But I hope 2011 will be nic
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