someone some were

As I put down my pen, I know someone, somewhere is picking up theirs. I know that someone, somewhere is playing a guitar for the first time. I know that someone, somewhere is dipping a paintbrush and marking a field of white. I know that someone, somewhere is singing a song that’s never been sung. Perhaps someone, somewhere will create something so beautiful and moving, it will change the world. Perhaps that somewhere is here. Perhaps that someone is you.

i've always loved her, and she's never event noticed,

I wish we were more then friends

it's been a year, a year of hiding from my true feelings for her, hoping know one would figurer me out but at the same time hoping with all my heart that some one would just say something, and the weirdest part is.......  that i was fine hiding my true feelings for you tell now. nothing changed, but one thing, your in love, and it's not with me, you were never in love with me, that i know of, but i'm still really upset by all of this, i brought all of this fuck on my self, i never made a peep, and as much as i love having you as a vary great friend, i need more i always have, and now that i can have you, i won't you event more,

god i get jealous way to easily, you were never event, mine.
and now it's just to late, all i can do is, move on and know,   for next time, say what you mean, don't tack anything for granted, and tell people you love them before it's to late

help me

This has such a powerful meaning to it. Because sometimes, it is too late to save someone, once you realize how much they’ve needed help, they’re already gone. When you realize you shouldn’t have said those last words to that person, that you could change those words. I often hear “oh they were such a wonderful person, they didn’t need to go this way”, here’s an idea, tell them these things while they’re still alive. It can make a difference, even a simple smile. Watch what you say to people, because you never know, that could be their last day on Earth. 

Don't worry be happy

What I’m most afraid of is that feeling..The feeling of being alone; of being lost. That feeling when you have absolutely no idea what’s going on inside of you. When you have no idea what’s coming next or where you’re going. When you feel lost while you’re just sitting in your room. When you’re just completely empty inside and you can actually feel it.

Your not alone

I cannot ease your aching heart,

nor take your pain away;

but let me stay and take your hand,

and walk with you today.

I’ll listen when you need to talk,
I’ll wipe away your tears;
I’ll share your worries when they come,
and I’ll help you face your fears.

Don’t you ever, ever think that you are alone in this world. When you’re feeling down, 
lonely, as if you walk this road alone, stop. Stop and look around you. 
There is always someone. There will always be someone. And if you see no-one, look deeper. 
Maybe that someone you need lies inside of you. You will never, ever in this world be alone. 
Just remember that.

“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them,…”

“Do you ever just get that feeling where you don’t want to talk to anybody? you don’t want to smile, and you don’t want to fake being happy. But at the same time, you don’t know exactly what is wrong either. there isn’t a way to explain it to someone who doesn’t already understand. if you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. people have stopped being comforting.. and being alone never was. at least when you’re alone no one constantly asks you what is wrong and there isn’t anyone who wont take ‘I don’t know’ for an answer. you feel the way you do just BECAUSE. you hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.” - Lora M. Heacock

It hurts to smile… I feel like I’m going to burst into tears. There’s just some days like this when it all seems to be wrong and nothing feels right.

little dragon

Draco volans, or Flying Dragon, It has wings! it can spread out folds of skin attached to its ribs, that it uses to glide from tree to tree for distances of over 25 feet 
AKA it's a f***ing baby dragon, my life is compete knowing dragons live on earth :p

I wish i was still a little kid

I wish i was a kid, not for the normal resins, freedom, not having any of the big worries that never leave your mind, and hunt your happens away, or event the not having to worry about relationships, all the fuck, we put are selfs through, we riding know how when we were little and happy, but that's still hot why i wont't to be a kid again, know i won't to be a kid because, I miss the excitement the pure joy over nothing really, like seeing a baby bird, would make you more excited, then event imaginable now it would take so much! and it makes me so sad to know that free loving hatless, life of mine is over and i can never get it back, and i wasted it wishing i was older,

and now that it's here I just won't to go back,