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One thought or theory can branch out into many different roots and trees. Its just a matter of who’s the better gardener.
We all would like to believe we have some sort of individuality that comes in the package of us. So what makes you so special? How do you set yourself apart? Not by your hair or makeup, or the way you put your clothes on. How much kick do you put in your step? How much life do you put in something you mean to say? Where do you ______draw______the line?
It’s a shame to see people change, too. Ya know, you grow on them, they grow on you. Its just a big cycle. And then one day, they just stop growing and kind of go backwards. Personalities change pretty quickly I’ve noticed. It’s a damn shame.
[[too.bad.friends.come.and.go.>
Then there’s this girl, whom I can proudly say is my best friend. The one whos stayed the same, throughout all her turmoil and defeat. The ones whos refused to back down. The one who has stuck by me through thick and thin, and put up with all my bad habits and annoying antics. This girl is so amazing. In my book, shes a pretty damn strong person.
Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts, and dont put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
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Macbeth? MACWHAT?
If you have never read shakespear's "Macbeth" I will write it for you. What me and mary elizabeth had to do was write it in a way that we or a famous person would voice it.
"Macbeth" by: Shakespear
Tommorow and Tommorow and Tommorow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out Out brief candle!
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by an idiot, fill of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
"MacWHAT?" bye: hannah sanders and mary elizabeth hawkins
The day after tommorows next day
Frolics in this dumb place everyday
To the last line of a kelly clarkson wonder
And all our past days have shitty endings
The way to dirty dying. Blow out you fucking candle!
Lifes like a box of chocolates; a poor pimp
That shakes his groove thing hour after hour
And then no one cares! Its so a tale right now
Told by a dumbass full of sodapop
Meaning...you suck
Yeah, we did turn it in.
We all would like to believe we have some sort of individuality that comes in the package of us. So what makes you so special? How do you set yourself apart? Not by your hair or makeup, or the way you put your clothes on. How much kick do you put in your step? How much life do you put in something you mean to say? Where do you ______draw______the line?
It’s a shame to see people change, too. Ya know, you grow on them, they grow on you. Its just a big cycle. And then one day, they just stop growing and kind of go backwards. Personalities change pretty quickly I’ve noticed. It’s a damn shame.
[[too.bad.friends.come.and.go.>
Then there’s this girl, whom I can proudly say is my best friend. The one whos stayed the same, throughout all her turmoil and defeat. The ones whos refused to back down. The one who has stuck by me through thick and thin, and put up with all my bad habits and annoying antics. This girl is so amazing. In my book, shes a pretty damn strong person.
Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts, and dont put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Understand that friends come and go, but for the precious few should hold on.
Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
<33
Macbeth? MACWHAT?
If you have never read shakespear's "Macbeth" I will write it for you. What me and mary elizabeth had to do was write it in a way that we or a famous person would voice it.
"Macbeth" by: Shakespear
Tommorow and Tommorow and Tommorow
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day.
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out Out brief candle!
Lifes but a walking shadow, a poor player
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
told by an idiot, fill of sound and fury
Signifying nothing.
"MacWHAT?" bye: hannah sanders and mary elizabeth hawkins
The day after tommorows next day
Frolics in this dumb place everyday
To the last line of a kelly clarkson wonder
And all our past days have shitty endings
The way to dirty dying. Blow out you fucking candle!
Lifes like a box of chocolates; a poor pimp
That shakes his groove thing hour after hour
And then no one cares! Its so a tale right now
Told by a dumbass full of sodapop
Meaning...you suck
Yeah, we did turn it in.