The Season of GivingThe Season of Giving; Holiday Cheer By Maureen Flood 'Tis the season, the season of snow, lights, and togetherness. Holidays have been around since the dawn of intelligent man, and have developed right alongside us. Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, everyone celebrates their own unique holidays in their own unique ways. But they all have a common theme; generosity. "¡Felíz Navidad!", "Merry Christmas!", "Happy Holidays!", "V'al Hanissim!" The point of this season, the points of these holidays, is to spread kindness, giving, and good-tide. However, a question arises. What about the holiday season is really iThe Season of Giving
Won't Get Used To ThisI'm screaming.Won't Get Used To This
On the inside.
My lungs are burning with this sound.
I breathe in the air around me.
And it feels as toxic as the smoke from the cigarette in my hand.
I open my lips and try to speak.
But there's no sound other than my breathing.
Shallow and fast.
This abysmal feeling is taking up all my time.
But I don't mind.
I like the emptiness.
It gives me time to think.
About what, I'm not sure.
Just to think.
But, now matter how hard I try.
I'll
PessimismNone of this was meant to work out. But, I can deal with it. I've always been able to deal with it. The two most important men in my life are gone. The one who hurt me and showed me the evils of life. And the other who loved me and protected me from harm. Yin and Yang. The balance was disrupted then the balance was annihilated. Oh well. I can deal with it. Just like always. I'll scream until my throat is raw. I'll write until my fingers break. I'll play until my lungs are gone. I'll draw until my eyes are sore. And I'll sing until I'm floating. AwaPessimism
The Beatles, My SavioursMake love, not war. Let it be. All you need is love. Come together. Everybody needs somebody. Love me do. I want to hold your hand. If there's anything I can do, just call on me. She loves you. I am the walrus. They are the eggmen. Can't buy me love. It's been a hard day's night. I long for yesterday. He's a day tripper. I need your love eight days a week. I think I'm gonna be sad. I have to keep on talking 'till I can't go on. Where do all the lonely people come from? I say "high", you say "low". Friday night arrives withouThe Beatles, My Saviours
Gazingreal mcr fansREAL MCR FANSreal mcr fans
1.real mcr fans know more songs then the black parade
2.real mcr fans know gerards brothers name 3.real mcr fans shout "yes" when one of there songs comes on the radio 4.real mcr fans punch or kick anyone(brother/sister/mother/father/friends/family)if they diss mcr or the hair!! 5.real mcr fans know the names of everyone in the band and what they do!! 6.real mcr fans search for hours just to find a jacket like the ones the band wheres 7.real mcr fans knows all the lyrics to every song
8.real mcr fans don't say they are just a fan because they like gerard 9.real mcr fans ha
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T-A-P-P-E-D-....U JUST BEEN TAPPED ON THE SHOULDER CUZ YOU HAVE BEN CONSIDERD AS ONE OF THE COOLEST PEOPLE ON MY FRIENDS LIST!!! .... ONCE YOU HAVE BEEN TAPPED U HAVE TO TAP 15 OF THE COOLEST PEOPLE ON UR FRIENDS LIST. IF YOU GET TAPPED AGAIN YOU WILL KNOW YOU ARE REALLY COOL IF U BREAK THE CHAIN UR FACE WILL BREAK OUT WITH PIMPLES ...lol... FOR 10 MONTHS...SO TAP 15 OTHA COOL PEOPLE ON UR FRIENDS LIST TO LET THEM KNOW THEY R COOL
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A work of art is a work of heart.
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A work of art is a work of heart.
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A broken heart is like a broken mirror its better to leave it broken than to hurt yourself trying to fix it .
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A broken heart is like a broken mirror its better to leave it broken than to hurt yourself trying to fix it .
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