sunday-school.

wooo hooo. school on a sunday.
well, it's at 9 to maybe 6. yuck.
have a jolly fabulous day out in the sun while i sit in a yurt for eight hours.

love is.

love is stupid, love is kind
love is silly, love is serious
love is free, love is captive
love is mysterious, love is plain
love is patient, love is frustrating
love is simple, love is hard
love is teaching, love is learning.
love is crying, love is laughing.
love is dramatic, love is quiet.
love is messy, love is clean
love is your enemy, love is your best friend
love is weak, love is strong
love is sad, love is happy
love is guilty, love is innocent


love starts out small, but ends up great
love is passionate.
love is worth it all.
love is indescribable.
love is loving someone who is from the other side of the country, and never seeing them again
love is missing that person and goodbyes were not exchanged yet
love is that one phone call you wait forever for
love is when you're absolutely going crazy over him/her and you don't even know why.
love is when you're missing that person before you've even gone away; and you're making up a thousand stories about the two of you in your head.
love is when you're going crazy about this person and nothing in the world could make you happier.
love is when you keep your phone with you at all times, just in case, and when anything and everything reminds you of them.
love is

it's hard to tell the good from the bad,
the right from the wrong,
the truth from the lies.

it's hard to listen to your heart,
live without regrets,
and go with your gut instinct.

it's hard to recognize the people you need to keep in your life,
the people that don't matter,
and the people that are your teachers.

it's hard to go through life with out throwing it away;
when everything brings you down, and you feel like quitting.
trying to see the good through the bad, without raging a war through your problems. without yelling at everyone in sight, and giving a hug to someone who needs it more then you.
it's hard to smile at a gloomy day, to listen what your mother has to say; to laugh when all is crying, and to stay in the present and not the past.

when the world seems to hate you, try to love them right back.
try to make the best of every situation, even when you hate how it turned out.

there's always someone who will be 'perfect' when you are not, something will never turn out the way you want it, somewhere is better then where you are.

here's to the nights you stay up way too late,
to the drama we suffer through and the days we're down in the blue;
to the days where nothing is possible and times where we feel worthless,
remember;
somewhere down the line, it's gonna turn out right.
somewhere down the line, life's gonna flip itself upside down.

it will get better.

but you need to remember hope. always remember to hope.
when life gives you lemons, find the vodka and make yourself a drink.
and drink to life.
this awful, tragic, beautiful, gripping, irritating, passionate life that we were given.
we only have one life to live;
we might as well live it.

Why are there so many
Songs
about rainbows
And what's on the other side
Rainbow's are visions

They're only illusions
And rainbows have nothing to hide
So we've been told and some chose to
Believe it
But I know they're wrong wait and see

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered
When wished on the morning star

Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it
And look what it's done so far
What's so amazing
That keeps us star gazing
What so we think we might see

Someday we'll find it
That Rainbow Connection
The lovers the dreamers and me

Have you been half asleep
And have you heard voices
I've heard them calling my name
Are these the sweet sounds that called
The young sailors
I think they're one and the same
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
There's something that I'm supposed to be

Someday we'll find it
The Rainbow Connection
The lovers, the dreamers and me

no more hellos, and no more goodbyes.

goodbyes are hard, and form an ending
whether it be the end of the day, a social event, it's over

but hellos are almost just as bad;
for when you say hello, at some point, you'll eventually be saying goodbye

hello-goodbye
that's the life of a person to a person
hello sir,
goodbye love

the last time i said hello; i never thought a thing
it was the last time, you had me at goodbye

so i said to myself, as i never felt the difference before
never again will i say hello
for the goodbye might come around again

because you didn't have me at hello,
but you had me at goodbye.