But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling, like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.- Lord Byron
POETRY BLOG.
There are so many things I want to say to you, but I just can’t get myself to utter the words. Probably because you won’t give a fuck, or maybe because you won’t return any message I send. Either way it sucks. I’ve liked a lot of people who haven’t liked me back, and it doesn’t bother me and I get over it. But with you, its different. Besides liking you, you drive me fucking crazy. I feel the need to win you over, and I’m not even sure why.
(Source: missingalaska)
“What started as apparently innocent experiments with drugs like marijuana and LSD had fried many youthful brains and spawned a loathsome underworld of drug lords and addicts.”
-The American Pageant (ed. 13, 935)
i hate going to sleep without talking to you. your the last thing on my mind before i go to sleep and the first thing i think about when i wake up in the morning. i wonder if you think about me as much as i think about you
i wish our generation had some sort of protest against the war in Iraq; i was watching my Macbeth video that had real video footage of the 1960s protests against the vietnam war and it made me wonder why our generation lacks so much opinion and passion towards the war in Iraq or just current problems in general and obviously its too late to do anything because Obama already brought the troops home, but shouldn’t we have done something? i feel like we don’t want enough change. we’re boring and too occupied with school and technology to realize whats happening
(Source: pomonnna)