This band has gone through a lot of changes to end up where they are. Bands broke up, members came and left, and numerous band names were brought up. Yet they went from four songs on Myspace to a world tour in little over a year. This story is inspirational to me. It gives more proof and reason to b...
For thirteen years, one of our most persistent thoughts is: “I hate school.” Or something along the lines. Our “hate for school” is defined by our distaste of the curriculum, the piles of work, and even the teachers. Teachers. The cruel and old creatures that are “out to get us,” and onl...
Isaac Newton. Charles Darwin. Albert Einstein. These names should be familiar. They belong to some of the most famous scientists in history. Marie Curie. Jane Goodall. Rachel Zimmerman. Dorothy Hodgkin. Also brilliant scientists – who happen to be women. So here's a question: why is it that most o...
Laughing. Running. Shouting. Squeals of joy. All taking place outside Kasey’s window. All things Kasey expects to never take part in again. But she remembers those days. She remembers them well. As if it was just yesterday, and not six years ago.
“Kasey! Come on, let’s go play kickball wit...
I hate what you’ve done to me.
I hate how you’ve left me.
And all I want to do is scream.
I hate that you’ve done this.
I hate that you don’t care.
I hate how you’ve moved on so fast.
And all I can do is stand here and stare.
I hate that you don’t see,
...
Three words.
Just three words.
I want to tell him.
I want to say it.
I want him to know,
Those three words.
I want to tell him those three words.
I want to let it out.
I want to hear him say it back.
Even if he really won’t.
I want to hear those words leave my lips.
I want to le...
I feel so weak.
So vulnerable and in sight.
What is this feeling?
New and different.
Weakness and pain,
But also joy.
Strange and unknown.
What is this?
I can’t tell.
I can’t decipher,
The signs that stand out.
So clear and easy to see.
But impossible to recognize.
I am...
Perfection.
Is it even possible?
Or is it just an idea placed in front of us to follow?
We have this idea of perfection
More or less, everyone has there own idea of it
We wish of reaching this perfection
Yet we know it isn't possible
But part of us always wishes it is
How close can we come...
Perfection.
Is it even possible?
Or is it just an idea placed in front of us to follow?
We have this idea of perfection
More or less, everyone has there own idea of it
We wish of reaching this perfection
Yet we know it isn't possible
But part of us always wishes it is
How close can we come...
Have you ever faced a decision that can change your life?
I don't mean some small little choice like what color you are going to dye your hair
I mean something big
Something you can't ever EVER go back on
Most of the time, when you face something like that---
You ignore it, or forget about it...