Lemme see your HALO! HALO! HALO! HALO!

Come ON!
GET UP WHY DON'T YOU!

Rollerblade down that street baby! Make a difference in your world!
COME ON SHOUT IT OUT!
Make people feel better about being them for all they're worth!
Come on! YOUR'E worth it too!!

.......


You hear that silence?
It's the moment of change, change, change...
All those hateful walls are breaking down in front of you and it' ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!
It's your hand-touch. It's the way your fingers press into those bricks. It's the way you throw your heart into the plaster. It's every inch of your HALO! Let it shiiiiiiine baby!

HALO!

Have Heart!

I'm not going to lie, heartache feels wonderful.

When I didn't know what it felt like I used to watch as many tv shows and listen to as many songs as I could, that had to do with heartache. I crave-d it. I needed it. It's something I could Live off of for the rest of my Life.

So when I'm without it, I ask: 

Where are the tears? Where is the need for revenge? Where is conflict between hearts? Where is the scene where we throw our bodies to the wrong people? Where is the bittersweet darkness?






It's in the real world



Whenever I feel uninspired to write or to create I turn back on my memories. The people that hurt me I forgive on the outside, but I keep the anger in the skin of my heart. I need it to say that I can do better in life. I need it to inspire me. I need it to push me past the boundaries.



I try to remember the talks we had on my driveway. I rub my arms thinking about you-- the person that liberated me from the expectations of life. I'm satisfied when I hear you do hard drugs, because I don't. I bite my knuckles when I remember the way you VbitV me on the neck the other night. I sweat and stomp my feet hoping I cause an earthquake in the country you're in.

SCRATCH YOURSELF!
LOVE YOURSELF!

I just can't get enough!

I love the betrayal when I have no expectations. I relish the rampage I bring to others sometimes. Knowing that I have some control of feelings on others. Not that I mean to.

It's what makes me not want to have friends, and to find the really insane ones at the same time.

Ears are burning.
Breath is panting.
Fin-g-e-r-s type-ing

Throw your head against the wall!

That's what I do when I think of the monster in my heart.

-Benji

Somewhere Only We Know

So I've been looking for this song for YEARS and in this moment I'm reminded something...
that at the end of the day everything is just a memory. That moment I had in the shower in the morning, thinking that the day will be over in a minute... it's so simple and beautifully horrific.
Not sure if my classmates are even reading this...
but I adore something about each and every one of you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWjvpX33KUc