Never let them take you alive

and hang them on your wall?

wouldn't it be extreamly awesome if you could judt do that to a music video? :D

I'm going to be visiting my Grandma for her birthdya, leaving today. so i won't be on for a while, maybe i'll be back next tuesday. :D

And i'm sorry i'm so weird with the 365 project, i'm so uncreative this month. :D

"If you could stay here just a little bit. a little while a little bit with me. You're what makes me. and if God could keep you with me ..."

if you know, can you tell me? i have a friend who's looking for that song.

please and thankyou!

I made a flickr account. I'm not entirely sure how it works, but yeah... my name on there is liveandlovephotography.

I'm ignoring the world for this weekend, but i don't feel any better. i haven't talked to anyone outside my family and some people on here since friday, and i'm just so exhausted.  I'm tired of school, tired of people, tired of everything!

bah humbug.

I've been trying to build up a portfolio, i don't know what photos to put i it. theres some i like, but i want your opinions. please tell me in the comments. :) and i wanted to know where a good place to sell photos would be. anyone know?

I'm not going to change for anyone, ok? no, i don't think everything is about me. no, i don't think everyone hates me. no, i can't get over it.  and why the fuck is it that every time is a bad time? is there ever a right time? look, i want to know what shit is going on.  people are too dramatic, and yes, so am i. but why keep secrets from your friends?

you can call me selfish, a bitch, i don't care what.  it's not only you who can have feelings, wishes, problems, just deal with that. anyway, why would i want people who barely know me talking about me? really, tell me how much you know about me. i don't think it could even fill a page. 

also, while your at it, tell me why you think i believe everything is about me. go ahead. is it because i have a page thats about me? so do about half of americans, so do you. is it because i ask questions?

Tears across your chest, then the ones streaming down faces.

Go ahead, destroy yourself. See who cares.

You’re cold and hard. That’s what a broken heart does.

When did you end up this way?

Seems so long ago no one can remember.

Could be years, decades, and your existence.

As if you ever actually existed.

We wish he would love you,

You wish you could be you.

Cutting hearts out, closing eyes.

Letting go will never hurt as much as this.

You better run away before you get burned.

Scream in the rain, shout in the rain, be in the rain.

Soft, cold, unforgiving yet unhurt.

Tongues with sharp edges, like the one you remember

More than life has ever given.

Oh, you prefer to live near death.

You’re just like me that way, but you deny that.

Don’t even bother.

Torn apart.

What goes on behind doors?

As if you want to know what goes on behind yours.

Buried away, deeper than the red ridges.

You aren’t even safe in your own head.

Even can tell its all lies.