The Starting Line - Best of Me
Tell me what you thought about
When you were gone and so alone
The worst is over
You can have the best of me
We got older but we’re still young
We never grew out of this feeling that we won’t give up
This song. Always, always, always.
I first heard this song on pandora and it’s amazing. I can’t stop listening to it!
but why does sirius black have prison tattoos in the prisoner of azkaban movie? is there a strong prison culture in azkaban? did he find a non death eater or two to bond with? he literally has tattoos on each of his fingers what did he do over those 12 years do they have movie nights and crazy high jinx involving contraband what exactly happens in azkaban
orange is the new sirius black
I had an amazing time at Summerfest in downtown Bend today!
I am also buying some Drop Kick Murphy tickets for their show in October and it’s going to be my first time seeing them live! I’m so excited!!! If anyone is going feel free to contact me! More the merrier! :)
i was havin a great time until i remembered that i was ugly
Holding onto the people which are important to us shows we have character and principles. But at what lengths we go to fight for them shows determination and perserverance as well as being the best way to really show someone how important they really are.
How important am I to you? How important are you to yourself? And how important are those you claim to care for?
I remember the first time I read C.S. Lewis’ The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe when the four kids are walking through the wardrobe and the coats begen to turn into trees and they start to see the faint light glow from the lamp so they keep walking up until they are all standing around the only source of light in the middle of the night. For what ever reason, the picture I had in my head while I read that part has stuck with me. The large snow flakes falling into view of the light and then falling out of sight as they near the ground. It’s soothing to me and I think about that picture when ever things start to go awry.
Our paths in life takes us on many different twists and turns, into dark caves and onto great mountain tops, all leading us to our lamp post in the snow. We become close to those who we share paths with, even for the briefest of moments. Far to often do we forget that ours are not the only paths that exist, others must travel and live their own. We hold onto those who hold us back or we hold them back just so we can feel a bit safe and secure and not face the unknown. We also hold ourselves back from what is most important to us. I to often do this and it is the reason why I am where I am today.
To those I love, you know who you are, I am done holding you back and I am done holding myself back from our individual journeys. Should we do them separate, then that is the way it is going to be. But on the chance we might share more experiences together, I want you to know I would not want anything more.
When I do eventually reach my lamp post in the snow, my last light at the end of my days, I want to look back and see I had no regrets.
And then you smiled, and I knew. I was in love with you.
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Others can paint, draw, sing, play a song, or take pictures. I write.
I love to write. I wish it was my dream job to sit at home, at a desk with a cup of tea and a typewriter.
People often think writing is difficult or too much work or even boring. Too often are they 100% right. But when that inspiration comes, when you become passionate about something, your fingers fly. Words falling perfectly into place, the picture in your mind being brought to life just before your eyes has to be one of the greatest feelings in the world.
If a painting, or music, or a picture can bring one to tears, can make them smile bright, or even relate to each other, so can writing. It is a truly unique form of articstic expression which not only relies on the writer, but it draws upon to personal experiences of the one reading. We all create different images in our minds all while reading the same exact thing.
If I can relay my heart break, happiness, anger, or any other emotion I was feeling when I write, I succeeded.
I write because i love it. Words are all around us, it’s our job to find the right order to put them in.
Fight Club (1999) dir. David Fincher
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