December 2010
8 posts
What doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger… right? But no one said it wouldn’t still hurt. What doesn’t kill you is sadness, pain, suffering. Make it through this storm, and you’ll begin to realize happiness was always around you and you’ve just never embraced it. Without hurt, there is no happiness. Without pain, there is no love. Without suffering and...
Daily Horoscope
Your Daily Horoscope: December 24, 2010
Scorpio Oct. 23 - Nov 21 (Wrong Sign?) Someone can put that final magical touch on something, or some event, in order to create an atmosphere of stress-free enjoyment and romance; it could be you, Scorpio. The lack of significant planetary combinations today gives a green light to your creative impulses. A...
"I want happiness"
If you asked a room of people, “if you could have a wish, what would it be?” chances are… they said happiness, love, or a variation of happiness. Happiness is a hope, not a wish. Those who have faith will have happiness naturally. Why are all these people wishing for a hope they could easily obtain on their own? Maybe because they aren’t sure what they really want…...
People like to complain when they're feeling...
Tch, everyone’s studying with their finals for the semester. It’s either that or just busy for some odd reason. It’s that season though… Everyone has their own family and their own lives. Who would want to be online unless they had some form of loneliness present somewhere deep inside. My family is a group of weirdos and celebrate what they want when they want. Because of...
One of the Ordinary
He’s just like anyone else. He eats, he sleeps, he wakes up to a new day. Some days he sings, although he sounds like a cow being slaughtered. Others he’ll run, and write listening to music that parallel his thoughts. Whenever he’s with people who look up to him, his heartbeat is isolated. This guy is never down. He’ll say the most vulgar of things, yet gets people to...
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A Cold Encounter
Amber ran across her scarlet-colored hair, and brushed off the question quite literally. Across the hall she walked, never once intending to look back. For the moment, everything seemed so gory trailing her movement. From the pigment of the carpet to the decor hanging of the walls. Every hue complemented her crimson-faded outfit down to each and every strand of hair of her back. Each step she took...