Tuesday 12 March 2013

thoughts


Dear person,

if by any chance, you are actually reading this and understanding every word, i have so many thoughts i want to say out loud but i shan't. and you would probably ask, "why wont you tell me?" i would answer you by mostly staring at you. curious as to why you would want to know, are you asking me because you want to act like you care? or would you tell me that you understand, give me time, to tell you what these thoughts are and tell me just not to lie to you. i used to be alone and i had my very own sanctum in my mind,at that time I can think of many things that I want, and to do’s in the future. Being alone gives me an opportunity to know myself better, to discover who I really am, and to figure out why good and bad things happen. I find it very amusing to hear the echoes of my own thoughts. I like to hear every single word what I have to say. I love hearing the sound of my own voice. Nothing's permanent, everything changes. i realized i have to be among "normal teenagers", if i didn't people would ask and question things. i decided to blend in, do what normal teenagers do. A friend told me that when someone says "Hello." you say "Hi." in reply and give them a little wave or smile. i shouldn't just stare daggers at them until they disappear, not say a word and then look away. it's weird, they'd tell me. 



Sai

i want to go back and live on the islands.



We all come from the sea.
 But we are not all of the sea.
 Those of us who are, we children of the tides,
 must return to it again and again.

* Brain Fart *

I hate waking up from really bizarre dreams, the ones where the events that transpired could have actually happened.  But, if the scenes were to play out in the real world, things would be absolutely awful.  I wake up feeling thoroughly disturbed in the morning...

Musings



“I love you,” I proclaimed,

to no-one in particular,
just to hear what it sounded like.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

Fuck Normality.



Oh, how I adore being strange.  I adore strangeness in others… the strangeness they hope others do not see and hide behind a wall of ideals.
But one who shares this strangeness can easily see through these walls as though they were an open window.


Growing up.


If you were to ask me how things were last year, I could tell you that it was something I never thought would change. Everything I am right now is nothing like I thought it would have been. The way things are in general are nothing like I thought they would be. To see people I couldn’t live without last year walk away from my life and become strangers, to see people that were once strangers, mean more than the world to me. Seeing time fly by in a blink of an eye and feeling like nothing every changes. Feeling like everything has stayed the same through out these days, yet looking back at where I was around this exact time last year and everything… So much has changed.

Things are different.

i didn't choose the wizard life, the wizard life chose me

hey, mudbloods and muggles!
here's my Hogwarts acceptance letter.
AW YISS.

is mudblood a bad word?