- heroin[e] -.

There's something about the way that light hits an iced surface.
What seems a mundane, solid colored ice cube, for example, changes drastically with the sudden presence of light. Colors start to form. Or not form, but appear really. Colors that you wouldn't even imagine were there; that you had no idea were possible of existing in this noun because it looks so damn regular. So plain and simple. And to think that such beauty can come from this delicate thing, that it can all be lost if it's exposed too long out in temperature that's not its own, it really makes one wonder how everything and everyone that surrounds us are that insignificant and fragile.
We are the ice cube.
And the light, well; The light is experiences we are faced with, people we meet, obstacles and goals we have to overcome to become who we want to be. Who we or society has decided that we should be. The colors would end up being who we end up being.
Some may think that this is too much of a thought for a young mind but, if we don't sit down and REALLY put things in perception, think that out of our own small planet, out in the Universe, we are pretty much just an annoying speck of dust in the whole cosmos; we get out of control thinking we're some sort of superior being, waging war on others and demanding things that we, in turn, would probably never grant others when the reason to fret and such violent or negatively extreme emotions lose their meaning in these existencial thoughts.
These actions are ridiculous.
And actually taking some time off from our lives to think about these things can be a hard realization.
Hard, like ice cubes.
Cold, like ice cubes.
Overwhelming, like the color that ice cubes achieve to emit with light.
But, nevertheless, simple. And complex.
Like an ice cube.

i love the lyrics to one day women will all become monsters. and the song itself. and craigs voice makes my head want to explode. which in this case, is good.   the song's on repeat.   over.   and over.    and over.
did i say over?   

over again.

ahhh aiden :]] <3333333333333333333333.

so. i am finally listening to music, good music, after a fucking month of like. musical isolation. its more than i can bare, but im alive and i guess thats what counts. but i dont know. im bored as hell and this week (or better yet, month.) has been so boring. and stupid. and useless. i dont want to go back home though. like, at all. but i doubt anyone'll read this and will care, so. yeah.

but i need to write it down somewhere. and no one here really knows me all that well so i guess i dont really care. hmmmmmmmmmmm. craig from chiodos' voice is deafening my ears. and i cant complain. after all. i like this music. lala. i like i like.
my head is hurting like a motherfucker. but not from the music, its been hurting for 3 straight days. its... not fun. unless fun is considered as numbing throbs in your head.

hey, who knows. people are special that way.

asldkfjslakdfjowieru. weee. fuck this. im gonna go listen to pretty music that will hopefully eventually blow up my head. :]].

 

ODWWABM.

i'll take out my eyes
with this i have no way, and in consequence want no sight
i've tried my hardest to forget every connection
always being the blind villain

my end meets the old curse of death

...

everything will be just fine.

Dude. its wiL's birthday as of now and i swear i sat up this whole time just cos im nice and attracted to him like that...
5am, 239847 hours of waiting were worth it.
im so fucking happy.
this is insane. i honestly didnt think my happiness depended that much on a human being that i know not of.
im scared of myself.
but happy wil francis exists.
&hearts; ...... happy 25 :] :]

i had to do what i had to do and im happy now.

mucholove.
bye.
marinna.