Sorry, I like don't post at all, I just realized that, I have like no one who reads or responds to my blog, so why bother ? no one even reads this.. ):

I hate the words "forever" and "infinity". They honestly terrify me.

Music

It really drives me absolutely insane when people judge different types of music. Just because you don’t like that type of music, doesn’t mean it’s not music. To be completely honest, I’m not a huge fan of a lot of popular music, does that mean there is something wrong with that music? No. Music is something beautiful and something to be cherished in all forms. There’s no one genre of music that is better than another. Everyone has their opinions, but, when it comes down to do it, whether it’s The Beatles, Asking Alexandria, or Justin Beiber;it’s music, and we have no right to disrespect someone else because of what they choose to listen to. It’s so unfair.

I told you no because you warned me that you put up barriers. You told me you change, and that you just can't help it. I'm scared, that if I fall again, this time, there won't be someone there to catch me. I'm scared, your walls will go up;and I won't be able to bring them down.

Sometimes to get to the good;you have to feel the pain. There can't be rainbows without a little rain..

(: it's all over thank God. I was in a terrible fight with one of my closest friends, but, no worries, it's all rainbows now

I think it's funny how uneducated people in this world make themselves appear

Venom

Words

Like sharpie;

Stay on us, for a while

Then eventually

Fade

We let go of our own actions

Much easier, than another’s

Because each of us

Believes our words

Are; innocent

The words we speak, however

Can be coated in venom

And when “said”

To another human

Can, poison them

Loose their sharpie quality

Those words, become

Tattoo ink:

Venomous

Dangerous;

Deadly

Tattoo ink:

That sinks, right past the skin

Travels through

Our veins

And grasps our very, soul

Shaking its feathered wings

Our soul, may perch & leave

The venom

Grasping tight enough

To kill another

And we thought our words; innocent.