And sometimes when you’re on, You’re really fucking on, And your friends, they sing along And they love you. But the lows are so extreme That the good seems fucking cheap, And it teases you for weeks In its absence.
But you’ll fight, and you’ll make it through, You’ll fake it if you have to, And you’ll show up for work with a smile. And you’ll be better, and you’ll be smarter, And more grown up, and a better daughter, Or son, and a real good friend. You’ll be awake, you’ll be alert, You’ll be positive, though it hurts, And you’ll laugh, and embrace all your friends. You’ll be a real good listener. You’ll be honest, you’ll be brave. You’ll be handsome, and you’ll be beautiful. You’ll be happy.
i. teenagers||my chemical romance ii. we are young||fun(ft.janelle monae) iii. white teeth teens||lorde iv. young volcanoes||fall out boy v. a better son/daughter||rilo kiley vi. glory and gore||lorde vii. wake me up||avicii viii. young legends||sleigh bells ix. carry on||fun x. the phoenix||fall out boy xi. the fighter||gym class heroes(ft.ryan tedder)
Now it’s sixteen miles to the promised land, And I promise you, I’m doing the best I can. Now, some days, they last longer than others, But this day by the lake went too fast. And if you want me, you better speak up, I won’t wait, So you better move fast.
It is springtime, and springtime can kill you (just like it did poor me). The light is clearer and hangs on longer in the sky each day, the birds are all singing riotous songs in the treetops. A few days ago, it was seventy degrees; I drank iced coffee and resisted the urge to cut the sleeves off all my t-shirts. It is springtime, and I am so damn restless I’m about ready to tear my skin off. I can’t focus on anything. I pick up a book, read a few pages, put it down again. I start a poem, write a few lines, quit. My notebooks are full of Jenny Holzer-esque truisms that I write in all caps. YOU WILL GET SO TIRED OF WEIGHING THE POTENTIAL CONSEQUENCES. SOMETIMES YOU WILL BE READY TO SAY “FUCK IT” AND FOLLOW YR HEART. BE A DRUNKEN SLUT. STOP THINKING. IT’S SO TIRING. TRUST YR STUPID FUCKING HEART.