At least I have a positive attitude about my destructive habits.
I got my arm twisted in funny little shapes and I'm going out, Nobody wants to go but I'm going by myself. Maybe I'll meet some new People...lol
My best friend Kara might be out but she's waiting for a boy.. ( rolls eyes) lame!!!!!
goats have rectangle eyes, did you know that?
I was also thinking about posting something on Youtube but then I realize that there arn't any normal people on yOutube and everyone's a little nutty
why didn't we ever get to see Charlie Brown's Parents or any adult ......
did you know that smurfette was evil in the begining of the smurfs ?
I took my underwear and made this
have a good night
I got my arm twisted in funny little shapes and I'm going out, Nobody wants to go but I'm going by myself. Maybe I'll meet some new People...lol
My best friend Kara might be out but she's waiting for a boy.. ( rolls eyes) lame!!!!!
goats have rectangle eyes, did you know that?
I was also thinking about posting something on Youtube but then I realize that there arn't any normal people on yOutube and everyone's a little nutty
why didn't we ever get to see Charlie Brown's Parents or any adult ......
did you know that smurfette was evil in the begining of the smurfs ?
I took my underwear and made this
have a good night
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(The Invitation) It does not interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing. It does not matter to me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive. It does not interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain. I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it. I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human. It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy. I want to know if you can see beauty, even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the moon, "YES!" It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children. It doesn't interest me where or what or whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you like the company you keep in the empty moments