Jack Kerouac
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes “Awww!”
Now this is what i call baby sitting.
Some weekends i babysit(jst to have some change in my pockets)…but im not your average babysitter..were not going to sit in the house and jst look at each other..were going out! And today me and my cousin Morgan took Breezy(baby sitee) to Georgetown and saw Alice and Wonderland..it was an awesome night + the hot Asian guys!
For my lover who would never read this.
Some nights, alone, he thinks of her,
and some nights, alone, she thinks of him.
Some nights these thoughts, occur at the same objective moment,
and they are connected without ever knowing it.
One night, he will think of her as he looks into the eyes of someone else, searching for the qualities that she defined for him.
losing the feeling i feel i need.
ugh i could use a drink and smoke(i dont smoke)anything!
im so over this college crap fasfa,portfolios,scholarships letters,design test.UGH who gives a FUCK
stop emailing me saying you want this or you want that.. fucking accept me! like really your college is not that great shit the moneys comming out of my pocket and scholarships. What do the silly admissions office have to loose? *Sigh no really i really dont understand why do we have to go through this process,” the college wants to see if your qualified and can keep up with the schools standards” i mean if a student cant keep up with the colleges standards after there accepted they will get kicked out, so regardless if you have to go through this stressful process or not there are gonna be some who drop or get kicked out of college..idk im just saying
Back to working on Part 3 of F.I.T design test.
And i will never let go.
So im 17 and today at 7:00 my bestfriend forces me to watch Titanic for the first time.”Who wants to watch some long boring movie about a ship that sank gazillion years ago?” boy if i could go back in time i would punch myself in the face for ever having such a retarded thought.Boy did the tables turn, at 11:00 my round yellow face was red and soaking wet.yes the movie made me cry.not a couple tears ,im ashamed to say but i was crying like a big ass baby!After watching the movie i of coarse dried my face and eyes but i thought about the movie wondering when a boy says “i love you? does he mean it like Leonardo Decapreo meant it?When i say “i love you” do i mean it like Rose meant it? Could i ever risk my own life for another knowing he would do the same in return?.”That kinda real love doesnt exsist in the real world” and im a fool for believing that when people say that there bitter heartbroken liars.Two people can risk each others lives for each other,two people can trust each other when nothing makes since,Two people can love with a happy ending.I know Jake died but sometimes a happy ending isnt always the happy ending you expected.I may be that silly girl who believe in “Titanic Love” but so what i believe in it and when i find it I WILL NEVER LET IT GO.




























