Topic: When was the last time you cried?

My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, my tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody, were the world mine

A Midsummer Night's Dream

`Tash

"It's better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you're not"
~ Kurt Cobain

“I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately, I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, To put to rout all that was not life and not when I had come to die Discover that I had not lived.�
-Henry David Thoreau

"If you suppose your speech is normal it's because you impediment is listening."-George Watsky
"In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters"-Andrea Gibson

http://rindancesinfire.tumblr.com/

'"I don't see what you think is so wrong about being gay. Everyone is a human; the only difference is girls have boobs and a vagina while guys have penises," he shrugged. "You're attracted to who you're attracted to. Your body chooses not you." He turned and smiled at Craig. "Why limit yourself to annoying girls anyway?"

"Because it's normal," Craig answered bluntly.

"Normal meaning what. What society sees as right?" he scoffed. "I suggest you flip the world off Craig because not everyone is going to like you and I don't see why you should bother making yourself unhappy for the sake of everyone else."'

Sitting in this room playing Russian roulette,
Finger on the trigger to my dear Juliet,
Out from the window see her back drop silhouette,
This blood on my hands is something I cannot forget,

Who am I again?

I'm Max.
I'm smart, kind, sarcastic, shy, introspecive, touchy, anxious, and loving.
The last thing you should care about is my gender or who I want to sleep with.


Family-the people you love and who love you unconditionally.

Oh heaven, I wake with good intentions
But the day always lasts too long...

"If you suppose your speech is normal it's because you impediment is listening."-George Watsky
"In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters"-Andrea Gibson

http://rindancesinfire.tumblr.com/

These days, my life,
I feel it has no purpose.
And late at night these feelings swim to the surface.
Cause on the surface the city lights shine,
They're calling at me 'come and find your kind.'

You will only expect a few words - what will those be? When the heart is full it may run over, but the real fullness stays within... Words can never tell you, however, - form them, transform them anyway, - how perfectly dear you are to me - perfectly dear to my heart and soul.

I was caught in the rain and I almost drowned.

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