Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from from itself
Love possesses not,nor would it be possessed
For love is sufficient unto love.

Suddenly I feel so pissed.PISSSSED OFF! I am boiling,I am cross :@ I am outraged :@


Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self.
- Cyril Connelly

<3

Need a getaway

I want to go on a long long drive ALONE,listening to trance on the way.

I wanted to take a photo.I just did.I took a photo of my hand.How emo is this=D
And how random.But whatever,I am just posting it anyways.o.O

I

An "about me" I wrote somewhere almost three years ago:
I am crazy because I act like normal people. I never had the chance or the courage to do what's crazy, what I should have been doing for the longest time. I have always wanted the approval of all the people I am with, not taking into consideration what my life approves of.

I am a puppet, living the life of what people expect and tell me so. I wanted to break the wall, go out of my shell, how or when I do not know. I have always wanted to tell all rude and mean people to get lost and get out of my life but I never did. I always show them that it is ok to be rude and mean to me.
Every time I want to take one step to giving life a meaning, I have already taken two steps going back to where I belong. Oh how I pray and wish that You give me one chance, one time to give my life color and vibrancy, and to give me courage to go on with that one step and never come back.

P.S. I am getting sick of this template.

STRANGE LOVE

strange love
even though you hurt me I feel
blessed love
baby I'm your puppet
on a string
making me tumble and swing
trouble's what you bring
strange love

strange how
you control my every little
move now
hanging from your strings
is all I know
starring in your puppet show
never let me go
strange love

all the things
you've said and done
there's no space
for me to run
baby I've lost and you have won
cause' all I really want is

strange love

The pictures say it all..

I just couldn't stop myself from sharing this:































Non-Muslims have a lot of funny ideas about Muslims.To all non-Muslims:

1) a very small amount of Muslims thinks everything is Haram.
2) a very small amount of Muslims thinks you are a kafir.
4) a very small amount of Muslims think that women should be oppressed, beaten, slapped etc.
5) a very small amount of Muslims want to kill you.

I like to call the above list the “dumb ones”. They aren’t all that bright but for some odd reason the spotlight is always on them. Why is it on them? I guess they make for more entertaining TV. Who doesn’t hate a villain who wants to terrorize the world? Normal Muslims can’t terrorize crap.

The heinous acts of terrorism against the World Trade Center were too well-timed and organized to be run by Muslims.

1) we’re not organized enough to pull off a 9/11
2) we’re never on time. If there was such a thing as a Muslim terrorist, he would have missed the flight.

CREDIT: HAMZA MOIN.

Today's One-liner:

Life is like a pimp and we're it's bitches. We get screwed everyday of the week.

Beyond words!

This song is driving me nuts. This is ultimate perfectness.Its just too BEAUTIFUL ! :)

Out of the blue

Things are wee bit better now.And here I decide to stop my rants, raves and my constant complains and let go of my emo-ness, at least for a while.
I really want to have some fun right now...!! What should I do??

I am such a scaredy-cat =(

The Thing Called Death

The worst fear ever is the fear of loosing someone dear, to time.Even when you are close to that person,you still have this fear that one day that person won't be with you.When you know that one day death is gonna wipe it all,every single moment you spent with your loved one is gonna turn into a memory,a memory that would haunt you forever.The good times of today are gonna turn into the tears of tomorrow.Its true,Death wipes it all! I haven't experienced the death of a loved one yet,but I know someday I am going to face it.Even the thought of it sends shivers down my spine,tears start gliding down my pudgy cheeks.My heart feels heavy and everything seems colorless.
Sometimes you can feel the tragedy settle in around you.It comes on the wind,like a gray scary beast,heavy with skin of glue,sticks to your inner soul,weighing you down,settling like a parasite to suck all your hope and happiness.

Sometimes I sound really emo... o_0

Knowing You ................

I found it in my personal drawer today,which is always a mess,thought I should scan it......Isn't it nice?

Candies, Halloween and Reunions ; )

Hello bloggie, i know I was away for so long :( i missed you! U know what ? my dearest and the only maternal aunt is here after 4 years, all the way from Canada.. She is so sweetum tweetum we love her alot!
P.S. she bought gifts and i love them too xD yeah I am a little bit cheesy .. but in a good way :D *winks*

A Few Things That Scare The Shit Out Of Me...

1.Crystal meth.
2.Crystal meth again.
3.Serial killers.
4.Flying cockroaches.
5.Club Soda
6.Strange sounds at night when the re'sno one's around and its stark dark.
7.Zombies.
8.Boys xD


and that wasn't all... or was it?

................................

If everyone cared and nobody cried
If everyone loved and nobody lied
If everyone shared and swallowed their pride
Then we'd see the day when nobody died

WISH WISH WISH

I hate to be so paranoid and cranky most of the times
I wish I could get control on my emotions.
I wish I could stop feeling pathetic about something i wish I hadn't done in the first place.
I wish I could remember all the little details of my dreams when in my hypnopompic state. They always seem to be so exciting, but I can't remember!
I wish I could let my anger all out on him without feeling guilty or without having the fear of making him mad.
I wish I could go out whenever or wherever I want to.
I wish I could sleep for as long as I want.
I wish I wasn't that clumsy.
I wish I could get rid of my fugacious mood swings.
I wish I could flee from all my troubles.
I wish I had the power to move ahead of time.
I wish he'd love me even when I don't deserve to be loved.Is that selfish of me to think like that?
I wish I wasn't so sensitive.
I wish I wasn't a cry baby.
I wish we could meet everyday.
I wish we weren't cities apart.
I wish I could become more ME than always becoming something you'd always like.
I wish I could become a rebel sometimes,and not feel bad about it afterward.


I know my wish list is never gonna end so I stop here.I'll write more later.

the color of your eyes
runs deep through me
I'll stand all alone
and wait for you..........

Assumptions

What do you seek? Why are there

tears, gliding down your cheeks when

comfort is near. What is it you need?

A powerless man will run over

all before he admits he has lost control,

so he seeks, for what? He claims,

he needs a little more, satisfaction he can't

confront when his mind is shattered. Maybe

he seeks to calm the chaos lurking beneath

but he strikes in anger when the hand

attempting to calm him, belongs not to him.

Oh, compose your soul, I am but

making assumptions, an attempt to recognize

what it is that makes you blind to

your anger. This rage, in its purest form

burns bridges, such hate leaves a trail...

and to my amaze, I find specks of grace,

compassion, truth, in this hatred you left..

So I ask you again, what is it you seek?

You preach louder than the alarming sirens pouring through my window,

your words stinging, inspiring, igniting, reviving an old wound

as I try to comprehend, your rage, it

needs a shelter. Yet, it is pushed down,

making home where it does not belong,

your heart may turn bitter, if this rage

someday takes over.

Oh, compose your soul dear friend,

I am but making assumptions

to answer the unanswered.

Who am I to try to fit you in a box

of ready made disorders, I make no claims

about you, only assumptions...

Time immemorial

Written by me when I was 17(now 19).I found it today with a pile of some old papers in my cupboard.Oh those days! This one really got me nostalgic...........

My life is just a broken dream, a torment,

My thoughts a book of grief,

My hopes, a story of sorrow.

A thorn pierces my heart,

An eternal pain tearing me apart.

Survive another day? No!

Let me die; leave this cruel world,

These verses, my only friends,

Can understand my pain.

Worthless, useless...

I am no more the thing I was.....

morning blues

another boredom infested day ahead =(

yay!

I am now ready to start some following :)

Love Me When
I least Deserve It
Because That's
When I need It most ....

Mornin' Thoughts

Love Me When
I least Deserve It
Because That's
When I need It most ....

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