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I’m coming up only to hold you under
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
And to know you is hard and we wonder
To know you all wrong, we were

Really too late to call, so we wait for
Morning to wake you; it’s all we got
To know me as hardly golden
Is to know me all wrong, they were

At every occasion I’ll be ready for a funeral
At every occasion once more is called a funeral
Every occasion I’m ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

I’m coming up only to show you down for
I’m coming up only to show you wrong
To the outside, the dead leaves, they all blow
For’e they died had trees to hang their hope

At every occasion I’ll be ready for the funeral
At every occasion once more is called the funeral
At every occasion I’m ready for the funeral
At every occasion one brilliant day funeral

~Band of Horses – The Funeral

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i haven’t written in a while, so i thought i’d break the drought. school has been pretty overloaded the last couple of weeks and there is heaps more left for me to do but i’m having a break at the moment; laying in bed listening to music, watching the candles next to me and drinking green tea.

anyway – i wish i had coordination, so i could skate

it could be so coool just to like hop on a skateboard and skate away, i dont wanna do like tricks but just be able to ride. well i can ride but i can’t ride well, only along like flat surfaces and if i had to go down a hill i’d get scared that i would die or something

you know what else i’d like, coordination in life. like just to have a normal life without complications would be sooo great i reckon, but no it just has to be a rollercoaster but at the end of every rollercoaster is an end, with an option to start again. so maybe my rollercoaster will be over soon?

most of my big dips are over but maybe my life is one of those really long un-predictable rollercoasters that is completely random and never ends, but if it didn’t end how would you get off?! weird.

i’ve decided this blog is just a monologue of my mind, is that what it’s meant to be or am i meant to be engaging or something??? argh direction please

kisses and hugs

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you know those songs that you wish went forever, but in fact they only go for like three minutes. well this must be the place by the talking heads is one of those, if you don’t own it you need to download it quickly! it’s pretty old but a classic

anyway i have trust issues, i don’t know if i’ve written about this before but i do. like i should probably get a secret anonymous blog like my moleskin cause i hate handwriting (yes i know i’m fucked for the hsc)

i was reading my old facebook comments/wall to walls and whatever they wanna rename them too these days, but there was one back on christmas eve and it made me think how much i love christmas eve. like way more than christmas, i was probably sitting there watching victorias secret getting heaps excited about the presents the next day and happy with friends and blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

look at me now rawrrrrrrrrrrr

wanna know what i’m listening to? stars and sons, by broken social scene. you’ve probably heard it in some bank ad in australia, or telsta. one of those giant companies trying to make themselves look good by playing good music on their ads and pretending they’re all hip and funky. BUT YOUR NOT, YOUR OLD, AND RICH SO STOP PRETENDING

i wrote a speech tonight, it was about speeches. from it i learnt that i need to start things earlier (not a day before they’re due) and that i speak 891 words every 5 minutes very very quickly! it was about 1000 but i needed to cull it down

also – formspring is fun but also lame, i’m sick of the pussies who go on anonymous and ask questions – which aren’t even questions, they’re just threats

GROW UP PEOPLE, YOU ARE NEARLY LEGALLY ADULTS SO ACT LIKE IT PLEASE

now i’m onto swimmers by broken social scene.

oh i love itunes genius, i’m not using it right now but yesterday i geniused (???) never let you go by justin bieber (yes i’m sorry i have bieber feaver, if you followed my twitter you’d know that – twitter.com/albywalby) but yes, itunes generated this amazing playlist compromising chris brown and rihanna and fergie and usher and lil wayne and justin timberlake and ne-yo and justin bieber (lol). it was just what i wanted to listen to and i felt like i was in 2006! woo start of highschool/mistakes

“if you always get up late you’ll never be on time. cause i like you, i never see you”

that song makes me think of molly, a) cause she got me to download it, b) because (unfortunately) i never see her

now i’m listening to justin bieber ft usher – somebody to love

“for you i’d write a symphony, i’d tell the violin its time to sink or swim, watch him play for ya, for you i’d (woah) running a thousand miles, just get you where you are, step to the beat of my heart, i dont need a whole lot, but for you i need i, rather give you the world, or we can share mine, i know that i wont be the first one, givin you all this attention, but baby listen i just need somebody to love”
seriously all you haters, as if they aren’t the cutest most adorable lyrics ever!

that lasted all of 1 minute (sorry jb i just wasn’t really in the mood, only wanted to hear the lyrics)

now i’m on to just like heaven by the cure. it’s amazing, download this too!

“show me show me show me how you do that trick, the one the makes me scream she said, the one that makes me laugh she said, and she threw her arms around my neck, show me how you do it, and i promise you i promise that i’ll run away with you. ill run away with you”

well yeah this is approaching 600 words so im’ma bail now

alby out.

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If Chuck Bass dies, I’m never watching Gossip Girl again.

Jussayin’

Mollyxxx

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It is that quiet contemplative moment, where I am unsure of what happened and unsure of how I feel about it.

I quickly consider what the different options are; indifference, anger, hate, sadness, depression, resentment, happiness, and I wonder where each option will take me.

I wonder what your next action will be, what I will say, whether whatever option I’ve decided to take will be an over reaction, an under reaction or just a reaction.

I make an educated guess of what the response will be and add that into my calculation.

It happens in only a few seconds.

But then I just realise my goldfish is dead and cry, because although he’s a goldfish, and many may think I am over reacting, he is my beautiful friend, and some douche drowned him in fish food.

molly.xx

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okay so,

school is tomorrow and these holidays have been pretty boring to be honest, it was my birthday first week and since then it’s just gone downhil. i got my l’s so ive been driving a bit but i havent really been anywhere or seen anyone cause they’ve either been away or i’ve been too lazy

ontop of that ive lost a few friends and shit’s gone bad and once again i’ve lost the tangent of blogging so stare at the image above and lol cause its so true and yeah

whatevs

bye xx

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I’ve decided, well I’m not sure it’s a decision which will last for the rest of my life, but at least temporarily, I’m going to stay single for the rest of my life.

I think I suffer from a deathly Crush Disease or something because I honestly have like 10 serious crushes. And the worst part is I don’t think I know any of the people I have a crush on… I’m just some crazy fan person who likes famous people and the characters they play in tv shows. I sometimes feel bad when I like someone I know because I have all these stupid crushesthatwon’teverhappennomatterhowbadlyiwantthemtoo and it’s almost like I’m cheating on them…

I mean what would I tell my boyfriend… “Hey, I really like you…. but if Chuck Bass or Toni Dinozzo were real, I’d dump you in a second.. or if you know… that guy on that show I really like, yeah if I met him I’d say I was single.. oh and if I met a guy who reminded me of that other guy I have a crush on… Yeah you’d be gone..”

So you see what I mean? I’m being a nice person by staying single.

When I’m older or something I’ll just have cats or adopt children or something.

Or I’ll meet one of these crushes and we’ll fall madly in love and live happily ever after.

Whatever.

molly xxx

p.s. I can’t see this lasting.

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i was raised on a dirt road
ghost town, stray dogs
whole nine, the gold mine closed down
i knew the woods like the back of my hand
and i would shoot the breeze
with the roots and trees
i’d go by the river
and watch the way the devil dances
but never took his hand
even though i did have several chances
everybody slept
when the morning dew turned to frost
darkness moved in
and somebody burned a cross
a girl named stella cuwin
was prettier than you`d imagine
the town should’ve given her the crown
for the beauty pageant
but instead
some local pinhead started spreading rumors
about the cuwins being inbreds
and what’s worse, people believed it
cause the family was dirt poor
and down on their luck
so that made it hurt more
picking up garbage and mowing the grass
at this point stella stopped going to class
you know how they ridicule a kid in school
and this shit’s enough
to make anybody feel like a misfit
she made herself invisible
and hid inside a house of mirrors
whenever the fear stops
so did the tear drops
but fear is forever
and lies become legend
and eventually growing
slowly, exponentially
she should’ve been a cover girl
treated like a princess
but she’s an enigma
haunted by the stigma of incest

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

one horse town
known for the most softness
little old schoolhouse
burned down post office
blueberries and bulrushes
a tree with a tire swing
volunteer fireman’s fair
the whole entire thing
stella was heartbroken
decided to start smoking
bad taste in her mouth
she grew into a sad face
her few friends were worried
but her parents were always pround of her
but she never escaped from under the cloud cover
a woman reduced
she was eaten by a monster
and after all these years
the past, it still haunts her
it whispers her name
when she’s trying instead
to just listen to music
while she’s lying in bed
now the story of stella
is one that every child knows
but the witch in the woods
is more like a wild rose

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

she tried to hide the scars
her name reminds me of the stars
i saw diamonds divide
in the corners of her eyes

Stella ~ Buck 65

I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why
Everything gotta change around me
I’d tell it to your face
But you lost your face along the way
And I’d say it on the phone
If I thought you were alone
Why do things have to change

But you don’t need my pictures on your wall
You say you need no one
And you don’t need my secret midnight call
I guess you need no one
Is anybody waiting at home for you
Cause it’s time that will tell if it’s heaven if it’s hell or if it’s
Anybody waiting at home for you
Cause it’s time that will tell this tale

You’re in and out up and down
Wonder if you’re lost or found
But I got my hands on you
Are you strong enough to toe the line
Are you gonna make me yours
Or do I make you mine
I’m in and out I’m up and down
Wonder if I’m lost or found
But I need your hands on me now

But you don’t need my pictures on your wall
You say you need no one
And you don’t need my secret midnight call
I guess you need no one
Is anybody waiting at home for you
Cause it’s time that will tell if it’s heaven if it’s hell or if it’s
Anybody waiting at home for you
Cause it’s time that will tell this tale

I hopelessly, helplessly, wonder why
Everything gotta change

Hopeless – Train

shit makes me sad.

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Now, this is the story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I’d like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool
And all shootin some b-ball outside of school
When a couple of guys
Who were up to no good
Startin making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said ‘You’re movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air’

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suite case and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my walkman on and said, ‘I might as well kick it’.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmmmmm this might be alright.

But wait, I hear the prissy, booze, whine, all that
Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?
I don’t think so
I’ll see when I get there
I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well uh, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain’t trying to get arrested yet.
I just got here!
I sprang with the quickness, like lightening disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I can say is that this cab was rare
But I thought ‘Man forget it’ – ‘Yo home to Bel Air’

I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie ‘Yo homes smell ya later’
I looked to my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air

Fresh Prince of Bel Air – Will Smith

I used to love this show, I think I still have a crush on Will Smith.

molllzaa. xx

ps. to albsster happy bday for like 2 days ago and keep practicing your driving test stuff <3

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okay so in 32 minutes it will be my 16th birthday and i’m really not that excited. i got my presents on friday so it’s not like i have anything to be excited for. except for driving, among other things…

but seriously i don’t know what to write so happy birthday to me. time for my yearly listening to happy birthday by royksopp

happy birthday alb

love alb

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Someday my pain, someday my pain
Will mark you
Harness your blame, harness your blame
And walk through

With the wild wolves around you
In the morning, I’ll call you
Send it farther on

Solace my game, solace my game
It stars you
Swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane
And run me through

And the story’s all over you
In the morning i’ll call you
Can’t you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue

What might have been lost -

Don’t bother me

someday my pain…. someday my pain…

Bon Iver – The Wolves Act I & II

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ROMEO

[To JULIET] If I profane with my unworthiest hand
This holy shrine, the gentle fine is this:
My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand
To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss.

JULIET

Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,
Which mannerly devotion shows in this;
For saints have hands that pilgrims’ hands do touch,
And palm to palm is holy palmers’ kiss.

ROMEO

Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?

JULIET

Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer.

ROMEO

O, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do;
They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair.

JULIET

Saints do not move, though grant for prayers’ sake.

ROMEO

Then move not, while my prayer’s effect I take.
Thus from my lips, by yours, my sin is purged.

JULIET

Then have my lips the sin that they have took.

ROMEO

Sin from thy lips? O trespass sweetly urged!
Give me my sin again.

JULIET

You kiss by the book.

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Days turned into weeks,

weeks turned into months.

And then,

one not-so-very special day,

I went to my typewriter,

I sat down,

and I wrote our story.

A story about a time,

a story about a place,

a story about the people.

But above all things,

a story about love.

A love that will live forever

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So today I went on another adventure, it was kind of secret, I can’t really tell you where I went because I would be like killed or something equally mysterious and mystical. It was so intense though! Me and Mystery Adventurer Friend were just hanging out, you know, drinking tea & eating sandwiches and the like. When suddenly we realised we were alone!

So we have this place that we’ve always wanted to go, and we had to super sleuth it out, it was very James Bond-esque, Mystery Adventurer Friend would scope out the location while I checked to see no one was coming, then she kind of chickened out so I went in – it was absolutely terrifying!! I’m poking my head around the corner of walls and such to check no one was there, but finally when we were sure the cost was clear, we both ran in!

It was honestly the funniest thing ever, the two of us just running around this room, not even doing anything special, just running around the room acting crazy and checking everything out, but it was probably the highlight of my month, had such an adrenaline rush I swear.

Anyway that’s my Mysterious and Mystical Adventure of the day.

I highly recommend adventuring,

Molly

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I guess it’s this thing, this moment of weakness, of insecurity, where you’re unsure of yourself – of who you are and who you want to be, and you forget everything that makes you special and unique, you feel like you’re unimportant and no one could tell you otherwise. Your achievements seem worthless, pointless, your aspirations seem unattainable, you don’t understand how you got to where and where you are doesn’t seem like enough. You feel like slowing down, stopping, questioning everything and yet you can’t find any answers.

But it’s just that one moment.

All I want is to go someplace and forget who I am, if only for a little while.

Ride a donkey, take the stairs all the way to the top of a building, swim with all my clothes on, sit on the sand at nighttime, count the stars in the sky, go on an adventure.

Yeah, sounds good to me.

Mollyyxx

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It’s amazing
How you can speak
Right to my heart
Without saying a word,
You can light up the dark
Try as I may
I could never explain
What I hear when
You don’t say a thing

The smile on your face
Lets me know
That you need me
There’s a truth
In your eyes
Saying you’ll never leave me
The touch of your hand says
You’ll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all

All day long
I can hear people
Talking out loud
But when you hold me near
You drown out the crowd
The crowd
Try as they may
They could never define
What’s been said
Between your
Heart and mine

(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let’s me know
That you need me

(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)

The smile on your face
The truth in your eyes
The touch of your hand
Let’s me know
That you need me

(You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all)

When You Say Nothing At All – Ronan Keating

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i spend way to much time chasing after things that i know won’t give an outcome that i want. why do i bother? because some stupid voice inside my head keeps saying ‘try try try, you never know what might happen’

well you know what evil voice. shut the fuck up!

but i know it will never stop, and i will always do the same stupid things over and over again, for that little glimpse of hope that makes me determined to keep trying

now i really wish i could just come to terms with it and put everything in the past  and forget and stop trying but i cant, i just simply cant. because what if one day the option arises and i’m not there to take  advantage of it, and it just slips away without me even knowing what could have been. so i guess thats why i keep trying and limit my options of any other possibility

and you know whats even worse, when you get cut down for trying. its like ‘oh im being nice to you, even though your a complete arsehole to me 99% of the time and 1% you come around and give me the attention i deserve’. its that 99% that i often ask myself why i’m bothering, but then i remember. it’s because i can’t move on even if i try.

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Lonely is the room the bed is made
The open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one
Who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and yearns for a sleep
That won’t ever come
It’s never over,
My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder
It’s never over,
all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her…
It’s never over,
All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter…
It’s never over,
She’s a tear that hangs inside my soul forever…

But maybe I’m just too young to keep good love
From going wrong
Oh… lover you should’ve come over…

Yes, and I feel too young to hold on
I’m much too old to break free and run
Too deaf, dumb, and blind
To see the damage I’ve done
Sweet lover, you should’ve come over
Oh, love, well I’ll wait for you
Lover, you should’ve come over
‘Cause it’s not too late.
~ Lover, You Should Have Come Over – Jeff Buckley

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Re: Me not being able to access Facebook

I hope you realise I am dying. It’s literally like losing all my friends. I have no idea what is going on in the world. I don’t know who’s going out with who or who is having a bitch fight. I haven’t been able to properly talk to my dear sister since you confiscated my password. I mean I know I told you to take it, but I thought you’d give in eventually and give it back, I also thought I’d be able to hack it, I also didn’t think Life Without Facebook would be this hard.

I mean I know you should keep it at least until the end of exams. But I just wanted you to realise how much I am struggling. And it’s worse because I get all these little snippets of the Outer World through my email, it’s like Facebook is taunting me! But I don’t want you to change what emails I receive because although they torture me, they are what is helping me through this dark time.

In the period of no Facebook, I believe my phone bill has probably doubled. I suddenly need to text and call ALL THE TIME! I have also discovered there is so much to do! On the internet, how did I even find time for Facebook?

Well that’s why you took the password isn’t it…

Damn.

Anyway just thought I’d fill you in on my current status, (I’m still trying to hack the password) seeing as you never check your emails!

Can’t someone just email me?!?!! Converse, let me know what’s been happening in Cyberspace?

Stupid Facebook Dependancy.

I’m going to go teach myself sign language or something, seeing as I have all this free time now.

Warm Regards,

Molly

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This relationship is built on breakfast
I’m waiting on her just to wait on me

There’s a place I go for breakfast every afternoon
The coffee’s rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
and the toast is always soggy, but I hardly notice
and the food takes such a long time to get made
even when I’m the only person in the cafe
and my table’s always wobbly, but I hardly notice

and it don’t matter that the bacon I eat’s cold
and it’s ok the newspapers are weeks old
but I don’t mind, no it’s find, cause she’s all
that I’m here for

The Waitress Song – Seth Sentry

I’ve taken to falling in love with total strangers. It’s a bad habit. Something I really need to kick, but you know… it’s kind of nice. (In a weird-twisted-Molly-what-are-you-thinking? kind of way)

I just see people, or hear about people, or watch someone on the television. And well, I’m in love.

But I’m giving it up. As nice as it is to be in love, I’m not actually in love, and if one day I fall in real love I’m going to probably die of a heart attack because it’s going to be overloaded with emotion. It’ll start acting like a heart in love even though it’s not and who knows what kind of long term damage that could do to me.

I also need to go to bed earlier, I think my lack of sleep might be contributing to my current ability to fall in love with strangers.

Also, I fell in love with the waiter across the road from my house, and then found out he’s gay. Alby, I ban you from him because that would make me cry.

(love) Molly xxx

hi i’m ella and my boyfriend is a hoe

not just a regular hoe, like an un regular hoe

he hoes around being hoe like with his hoe phone and his hoe like features BUT HES GAY

that is all

love ella

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okay sins confuse me. like why the fuck were they invited?

i know its all part of that religion bullshit but like why? they’re just another reason to feel shit about yourself. does jesus and or god really care if you commit a sin? there are 6,692,030,277 other people they have to apparently deal with and judge and send them to hell for doing something wrong.

everyone sins! nobody is perfect! sorry if you thought the world was all happy and great, but it’s not. people commit adultery, they murder, they rape, they steal and they lie, so how the fuck can someone judge you for making a sin?

like daily i get people saying ‘god hates you cause your gay’. okay cool what makes you think i care, i don’t believe in god and i’m not religious. 90% of my guy friends watch porn and last time i checked thats a sin, let alone a legal issue so how can they judge me or anyone.

but seriously. sins are just another reason for people to argue and believe in some lie

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sometimes I feel like throwing my hands up in the air

I know I can count on you

Sometimes I feel like saying “Lord I just don’t care”

But you’ve got the love I need to see me through

You got the love

You got the love

You got the love!

~You’ve Got the Love – Florence and the Machine

You know that person? Not necessarily a boyfriend, or your best friend, I mean maybe they are but not always. But you know that person who just.. always gets you through? When you’re feeling down or stressed or even insanely happy, they are there for you. To be just.. that person who’s there. And it’s like you love them more then they could ever understand, and maybe you are scared to tell them incase they think it’s a bit weird how much you love them but everytime you think about them your heart just swells a little bit and you smile a bit more and everything just is better.

Sometimes maybe it’s not always the same person. But whoever it is, you just feel like life’s worth living and that you can actually get through and it’s all going to be good. Really good. Excellent.

I just hope whoever this person is, knows how amazing they are. Because it would suck for them not to know how much of an impact they were having on your life, my life, whoever’s life.

Love molly xx

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how much wood would a woodchuck chuck if a woodchuck could chuck wood?

seriously what the hell is a woodchuck

like actually

and who ‘chucks’ wood. you don’t chuck wood you chop it. you chuck up a cake if you eat a whole one while you’re pregnant. you don’t chuck a tree.

how much would would a woodchopper chop if a woodchopper could chop wood.

except they’re not called woodchoppers they’re called LUMBERJACKS which is actually the randomest word. but monty python sang a funny song about lumberjacks so i appreciate them.

i am very excited.

i am very excited because all my life my parents have had this irrational phobia of screens in general, in particular screens that they can’t see i.e. computers in my room. therefore i have never had a computer in my room. however this year i have managed to convince them that for year eleven i need a computer of my own to do work and the like on, so i have snaffled a free laptop from one of my dear friends who was going to throw this one out. this is because it is absolute shit. however it has a keyboard and a (sort of) mouse and a screen, and i am clever enough to hook it up to some internet so now i have internet in my room! my parents are scared that i will now use this power to make porn and sell it to the student population of sceggs, however even if i was to do this that is none of their business, i am fifteen years old and will do what i like.

so yes. that is why i am excited.

i am also excited because it is wednesday. it is therefore more than halfway through the school week and we are well on the way to the weekend.

this weekend it is mardi gras. i hope it will not be a fail, but there is a chance that it will be.

i would like a pet turtle.

my history teacher is a teddy bear. i love her very much.

i have a rabbit called Rara. Rara sleeps with me every night (lucky Rara) and i can count the number of times i have slept without him on two hands. you may think this is silly and immature of me, however i think that it is very mature of me to recognise that sleeping with Rara is a system that works, so why would i voluntarily change that system? Rara is one of my dearest friends and knows everything about me. alby has met him. maybe you, dear reader, will one day also have the pleasure of meeting him. i hope so.

i currently have HOE written across my back in silver pen. some hoe wrote it there in a gesture of hoe-ness.

i have decided my favourite book (excluding all the harry potters, of course) is on the jellicoe road by melina marchetta. it is a really really wonderful book. you should read it. the first time i read it i cried and cried and then i opened it and read it all over again.

it’s my birthday a really long time away. .

try a meringue next time.

so long, and thanks for all the fish

xxella

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this entry is dedicted to the deliciousness of maxxie from skins (mitch hewer).
even though he is gay.
and he probably spends more time on his hair in the morning than he should.
and he probably spends more money on his hair than he should.
and his abs are probably airbrushed.
i don’t care. as you can obviously tell by the picture above, he is a BABE AND A HALF.
as an added bonus, he has an english accent .

anyway, onto the less important but still valued stuff.
i saw wicked the other day and now i would like to be green for a day so i can make funny green-related jokes and sing like an ANGEL. it would also be cool to fly like the green chick can. i would like to fly. did you know that for the first twelve or so years of my life every time i had a wishbone or an eyelash, and at every 11:11 that i was awake for and every time i saw fireworks or saw a black cat i wished that i could fly. i literally never wished for anything else, EVER. but then when i was twelve i discovered gravity and wished for other stuff. but still. i would love to fly.

and now, for how to make the perfect breakfast in the morning:
1. wake up. go downstairs. do not fall down stairs. do not die. do not walk into anything solid.
2. grunt at nearest adult.
3. collect blue and white stripy breakfast bowl
4. collect milk.
5. collect spoon.
6. collect the most important ingredients: FRUITY BITES. these. are. GOD.
7. pour all ingredients (except the bowl) into the bowl (hence why you can’t pour the bowl into the bowl)
8. eat. enjoy.
9. have a good day.

the above recipe makes your day approximately one hundred million times better than any other breakfast will. it prepares you for any obstacles and also makes you happy without fail, every day. if you go to a foreign country like bali and they don’t have fruity bites, it is advisable to either bring a few thousand packets or (if you forgot to do this) ask the family who you’re meeting a week later to bring a few thousand packets. this line of action usually works, and you can once again function in a relatively normal fashion.

guess what’s fun.
THE TIMON AND PUMBA TYPING GAME.
we used to do it in junior school. i remember my first day of THE TIMON AND PUMBA TYPING GAME in kindegarten and my eyes were opened to a world of entertainment i had never known, and would never rival in my entire life.
it’s basically typequick. but with timon and pumba. and rafiki teaches you to type. and you have to shoot bugs and escape from hyenas and awesome crap like that. it also teaches you to type, which is like an added bonus. unfourtunately there is no zazu in this typing game, which is a great shame because (as some of you know) i’ve always had a bit of a thing for zazu. there is something about the genius fashion in which walt disney makes/made cartoon characters which makes them oh-so-attractive. like bambi’s dad. he is, by far, the sexiest deer i have ever seen. it is kind of amazing that something that is a) a deer, b) cartoon, c) in deer years like 60 years old and d) a bitch of a father who ran off and left bambi to fend for himself, can be SO SEXY. the same with zazu. and jimminy cricket.

anyway it’s raining very stupidly at the moment, it’s raining SIDEWAYS. honestly mother nature can you get your act together, we all know that gravity works so that things fall DOWNWARDS but you have just totally screwed that up and decided you would get more people wet and entertain more people doing droplet-races-on-car-windows if you rained sideways. whatever, i do what i want, it is february and i am wearing shorts. (don’t you think that february is just such a weird word to spell?)

umm yeah that’s about it. oh, it’s ella by the way, not alby or molly (again).

BYEEE xxx

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It was in your basement apartment
with all of its earth and sea
making love on the carpet
under the light of the tv
outside the sour moon minstrels
shook their dark tambourines
the morning came in sinister
well window light menacing
with clouds up above and clouds down
below
killing time but it won’t stand still
you said you never make a promise
that you can keep
I thanked you for being honest
you said, don’t pull that shit on me
these are the hangover days
of frosted glass and metallic gleam
all the new non-places
erase my memory
we try so hard, we try so hard
we try so hard to love
it was underneath London bridge
I finally realized what you mean
meanwhile all of fashion’s latest
were nipping at the heels of history
I tried to send you a postcard
but all I could write were apologies
so out the Columbia hotel window
I threw my heart into the street
with stars up above and stars down
below
killing time but it won’t stand still, it won’t stand still

~Hangover Days – Jason Collett

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When the routine bites hard
and ambitions are low
And the resentment rides high
but emotions won’t grow
And we’re changing our ways,
taking different roads
Then love, love will tear us apart again

Why is the bedroom so cold
Turned away on your side?
Is my timing that flawed,
our respect run so dry?
Yet there’s still this appeal
That we’ve kept through our lives
Love, love will tear us apart again

Do you cry out in your sleep
All my failings exposed
Get a taste in my mouth
As desperation takes hold
Is it something so good
Just can’t function no more?
When love, love will tear us apart again

Love Will Tear Us Apart – Joy Division

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So a few months/weeks/somethings ago I bought a camera for $25 at a garage. I thought it was a pretty sweet deal you know. Old camera, I enjoy vintage things.

Anyway so the thing about this camera is I actually don’t know how to use it. and I feel like an idiot. So i’m just making it up as i go along. My dad was all like ‘yeah i know what to do!! give it here’ and when he was winding the film back up he tore it all so now i lost all my pictures.. on that camera.. which really wasn’t much.

So i was thinking about why i was so upset? I mean i was devastated when dad tore the film.. it was only 36 pictures.. probably less…

But like the thing with me, I think pictures are so important. I love taking them and I love being in them no matter how attractive I’m looking or whatever. Pictures are memories and moments in time which you can hold onto. You can capture the beauty or ugliness or just plain realness of a moment and treasure it forever.

I mean, it’s so true, a picture tells a thousand words. My memory over time will fade but that picture will be there to always tell the story of that moment and really.. life is nothing without its stories.

So that’s why I love my $25 camera, and that’s why I’m going to work out how to use it, because I want pictures to tell all sorts of stories for years to come.

molly

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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?
How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found? The same old fears.
Wish you were here.
~wish you were here – pink floyd

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okay so, considering the blog is called, the definition of normalcy, i thought i would take it upon myself to kinda like describe normal and answer that question

to be honest, nothing is normal! okay. deal with it

i’m nor normal, your not normal, your macbook isn’t normal, my iphone isn’t normal, the beach isn’t normal, the weather is far from normal, my friends are definitely not normal! and you know what

it is alright !

because nothing is normal

ever

forever

never

and ever

(sorry)

but seriously

how can you like benchmark something as varied as a person to normalcy? like in the dictionary when you look up the word person, does it come up with:

person |ˈpərsən|

noun ( pl. people |ˈpēpəl| or persons )

1. lovely girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and a heartwarming personality: that person over there was playing hopscotch

no!

well last time i looked it didn’t anyway

in my opinion i always like see myself and see my defects and flaws and judge myself really harshly because i’m not ‘normal’, but how can i do this when there is no normal?

albyout.

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Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit
Feelin’ lit feelin’ light, 2 am summer night.
I don’t care, hand on the wheel, drivin drunk, I’m doin’ my thing
Rollin the Midwest side and out livin’ my life getting’ out dreams
People told me slow my road I’m screaming out fuck that
Imma do just what I want lookin’ ahead no turnin’ back
If I fall if I die know I lived it to the fullest
If I fall if I die know I lived and missed some bullets

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shine ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine once I get it, I’ll be good.

Tell me what you know about dreamin’ dreamin’
You don’t really know about nothin’ nothin’
Tell me what you know about them night terrors every night
5 am, cold sweats wakin’ up to the skies
Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams
Tell me what you know about night terrors, nothin’
You don’t really care about the trials of tomorrow
Rather lay awake in a bed full of sorrow

I’m on the pursuit of happiness and I know everything that shines ain’t always gonna be gold
I’ll be fine once I get it, I’ll be good

~Pursuit of Happiness – Kid Cudi ft MGMT & Ratatat

I really love this song. It’s on repeat on my ipod.

“I’ll be fine once I get it… I’ll be good”

I guess, it just.. makes me feel a little bit of something I can’t quite describe.

love molly,

p.s. you should listen to ratatat. It’s amazing how just a bit of instrumental can take you places and make you feel things you never thought you’d feel. Maybe it’s just me, but seriously, Ratatat are awesome.

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HOLD UP! I totally thought of another annoying facebook profile picture type:

4. When someone has a picture where like their face looks really ugly or something but their boobs look really big or they look really skinny or something and they are obviously just getting their tits out for the boys (funny story, on new years, at like 130 in the morning, catching the bus home with my cousin and there are like 50 people there was this group of guys up the back just yelling “TITS OUT FOR THE BOYS.. TITS OUT FOR THE BOYS!” and eventually the whole bus was joining in, but no tits got out for the boys, just a whole heap of girls/women looking really really awkward, my cousin and I pretended to be asleep) and anyway it pisses me off,

Mollzzz

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i enjoy my imagination

i love being able to read something, hear something or smell something, and imagine how it would occur, what created it, and so on and so forth

i love closing my eyes and seeing myself dancing or some shit to whatever song i’m listening to

sometimes they’re dances so embarrassing they can’t even be released in public!

whatever i’m bored of where this is goingg so i’m just gonna steer it in a completely different direction

i don’t like who i am

there, i said it. i’m over my attitude and actions, i love everyone in my life but i need to meet new people, i want to be more mature but at the same time have less worries and be funner and happier

i’m sick of being an after thought and forgotten, like if i died tomorrow i don’t even know who would be upset, and i don’t know what i would be remembered by

i don’t want to change the world or start a charity or end world poverty or create world peace. i just want to change myself so that i’m happy

not my friends, not my family, but me

i’m not depressed, i don’t even know how to change (so i’m open for suggestions – hint hint)

Oh, back at home again willing every evening to end in the front room with the TV flickering.
Back at home again ending every evening, without wasting my time worrying about what you’ve been thinking
You may pass by and see me from out in the street, watching the news while the wind whips the leaves from the trees.
You may pass by and see me from out in the street, dancing alone to borrowed records from the library.

So, let me tell you, dressed up in J. Press from head to toe, I could just die, darling don’t you know, how I wish I could be running ’round with you, how I wish I could be running ’round with you.
With people folding up their programmes after the show now, dolled up as all get out but with no place to go.
How I wish I could be running ’round with you, how I wish I could be running ’round with you.

Oh, let me tell you what I’m thinking, let me tell you about every little thing.
I think about you now that the rains have come, and took a train upstate for Thanksgiving.
A long afternoon spent sitting in the drawing room, with the beaches all closed and the water let out of the pool.
Well, I know it’s hard when Stevie’s on the radio going, “You’re not like other people, you do what you want to.”

Dressed up in J. Press from head to toe, I could just die, darling don’t you know, how I wish I could be running ’round with you, how I wish I could be running ’round with you.
With people folding up their programmes after the show now, dolled up as all get out but with no place to go.
How I wish I could be running ’round with you, how I wish I could be running ’round with you.

The Beaches All Closed – No Kids

overandout, albanaught

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So I have this pet peeve (I think pet peeve is a really stupid saying but I can’t think of anything else because I keep sneezing), and well my pet peeve is annoying facebook profile pictures.

I think they fall into three categories;

1. Pictures of cars, anime characters, other such inanimate objects/drawings which are in no way a picture of the person (the exception to this rule is when its like a drawing of the person but c’mon.. have you ever actually seen that)
2. Pictures where the person looks really really hot but everyone else in the picture looks really ugly and it’s obvious and not ugly in the funny ‘i’m pulling a face way’
3. Pictures where you can’t actually see the persons face

I mean, profile pictures are meant to be of you! So that when I look at them I can remember who you are/what you look like just in case I forgot.

It’s so annoying when I’m looking through a profile pic album trying to work out who someone is but all I see is cars, anime characters and hands in faces.

And it’s also so awkward when everyone else looks like shit and you know they hate that the picture is up, like I know maybe a lot of the time the other people are like ‘eww take it down i look like shit..’ when they really don’t. But when they really do.. that’s just rude, crop them out or something if you really look that damn good in that picture and can’t find another one.

Just saying.

Also to person who has a picture where I can’t see their face and they know I wrote this post because of them, I hope you realise I’m totally kidding, and I love you, and your picture is… artsy? (It’s all the other annoying facebook profile pictures which get me not yours) so <3 <3 <3 <3

And now I’m sneezing again so goodbye,

Molly, Gesundheit.

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Secrets and lies.

Secrets and lies!

That’s all life ever is anymore. Why can’t people just be honest. I mean let’s be honest, everything that ever happens always comes out in the end. One of my favorite quotes “what happens in the dark, always finds light”.

Just keep this in mind kids. If you’ve got a secret your scared about, why not share now? Everyone probably already knows anyway, because who can you trust these days?

Everyone promises to keep your secret, but theres always someone who they are going to tell. And that person will have someone else to tell. Nothing stays hidden. The best way to keep a secret is to not tell anyone. But that’s too hard for some people.

Besides, information is power. A chance to climb the social ladder? A chance for people to listen? Trust is a valuable quality, one that takes years to build and seconds to destroy.

So this is your chance for honesty, are you brave enough to be honest?

mol+anonymous dragon blogger

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ellasmells:)

love ella

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Dearest dear Nastasia,

I have not written to you recently, I love you. You listen to all of my stupid problems even though you don’t really know any of the people I’m talking about and you probably think my life is relatively fucked up. But you still listen. You are amazing, and I love you.

I just wanted to let you know, so you didn’t forget or anything.

Love Molly, xoxoxox

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Right now, I’m lying (curled in a ball) in the middle of a double bed which is not mine. The lights are off and the only thing I can see is the light from my mothers tiny computer screen and the grey tinge of my (qantas) pyjama pants (because they are about 5cm from my face). The only sound is coming from my (very large, very comfy) headphones, pressed tightly against my ears, and the only song playing is Woods by Bon Iver. Over and Over and Over. I stole the pillows from all the other bedrooms in this house and built myself a fort. Around me, tightly, protecting me.

My eyes are hurting because I’ve been crying and I’m not afraid to admit it. When I wake up in the morning everything will be okay again and I’ll go to the beach and lie in the sun and do some of the damn 3000 piece puzzle my dad brought up with us and the day will be lovely and I’ll feel lovely and I’ll think that I’m finally okay but then it will be dark again, and I’ll be alone in my room again, and I’ll cry again and I’ll wonder why. Again.

I’m not depressed, I’m not going to do anything ridiculous or stupid or kill myself or whatever because that’s not me. I’m just upset. I need to cry when I’m upset or it bottles up inside me and builds and grows and turns into something ugly and then it comes pouring out of every whole and crevice in a rush of screams and tears and anger and hate. But mostly fear.

This thing has shaken me, it follows me in my shadow and waits until night fall to prey on me. Waits until I am alone to eat away at my heart and my soul. It hides in a cave somewhere inside of me and it sits there, unnoticed, until something opens the door and it gets out and runs through me and eats me from the inside out.

I don’t want to feel like this, I don’t want to fear what I know is inevitable. I am going to die one day. And suddenly I’m realising, every death around me keeps hitting closer and closer to home. This thing wreaking havoc within me, tearing my mind and my heart into pieces. But at the same time it’s reminding me to live. I have to live now because one day I am going to die. And I am not going to be able to live when I’m dead. I’m not going to be able to go to Russia, and stay in the middle of nowhere. I’m not going to be able to meet the love of my life and give everything to him. I’m not going to be able to travel to all the places I want to travel too. I’m not going to be able to become a doctor and save lives and join medecine sans frontier and save people in africa somewhere. I’m not going to be able to have my own family. I’m not going to be able to love my friends. I’m not going to be able to do any of the things that I want, need to do, if I’m dead. I know that’s obvious. But I have to live, right now, in the present, loving everyone who I love, doing things I want to do, living the life I want to live.

And I guess I’m crying because I’m afraid that I’m going to die before I can live.

I’m going to take each and every moment that I can, I’m going to love them and cherish them and lock this thing inside a box and throw that box away from this Earth and into the Sun.

Maybe I can’t do that right now. I’m sorry I can’t be happy all the time, I’m sorry if I’m not strong enough. But that doesn’t mean you can’t depend on me. It certainly doesn’t mean I won’t be there for you. I’m Molly. I’m always going to be there.

One day, I’ll be strong enough, to throw this horrible creature away, but for now, it’s a reminder to live while I’m alive.

With Love, always, Molly.

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It’s been seven hours and fifteen days
since you took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
since you took your love away
since you’ve been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
but nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues,

’cause nothing compares
nothing compares to you

It’s been so lonely without you here
like a bird without a song
nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
tell me baby where did I go wrong?
I could put my arms round every boy I see
but they’d only remind me of you
I went to the doctor guess what he told me
guess what he told me
he said girl you better try to have fun
no matter what you do
but he’s a fool

’cause nothing compares
nothing compares to you

All the flowers that you planted mother
in the backyard
all died when you went away
I know that living with you, baby, was sometimes hard
but I’m willing to give it another try

nothing compares
nothing compares to you

~ Nothing Compares to You – Sinead O’Connor

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As I write this I am on an airplane, probably somewhere between Melbourne and Sydney. I was meant to be home at 8:50pm. It is now 9:32pm and I’m still not meant to arrive in Sydney until 10:30, so this will be a nice long post, and the first one in a while.

Okay so the past week I have been in the Launceston area in Tasmania and it was quite nice, I saw people I havn’t seen in a while. As much as I didn’t want to go to Tasmania I actually enjoyed myself. But anyway, in Launceston we were delayed about an hour and a half because there was a hail storm, earlier that day I got a weather alert message on my phone saying that the Sydney metro area would also be getting a hail storm, it’s almost as if the bad weather is following me! The basis for this post is that things can change without your decision so quickly. I mean, I didn’t choose the weather to be shitty in Tasmania so that I wouldn’t get home until late, the weather did in this case. Some things are just out of our control, whether that be getting in late to a destination, or where you end up in life, when you die or who you fall in love with.

In a way it’s kind of creepy that in the end, nothing is your choice (if you wish to believe it this way) and that even though you plan things, they aren’t even guaranteed to happen just because you planned them. Take for example, you plan to go on a lovely holiday in Hawaii, the day before you are planned to depart, your son dies and you can’t go because you’re grieving and you have to deal with things back at home (eg funeral etc) (I just got the alert that we we’re at 13,000 feet and we are starting our descent into Sydney, which means that I will have to turn my laptop off and write the rest of this later), so brb I suppose.

Okay back and it’s been 27 hours, I got a bit distracted sorry, our luggage didn’t make it to Sydney when it was meant to.

My theory is that you have to take things as they happen, and not get too upset if something doesn’t work out like you want it to. Right now I want something to happen like it has been told to me it would, but in the end I doubt it will and even if me and this person do meet up, who’s to say it will work out.

My friend wrote this about me on the 13th of July for his blog:

I can’t even imagine how hard it would be to be him sometimes, he feels so insecure about himself and to an extent his sexuality, that he constantly feels like he is being judged by everyone and everything, it sure would be quite tiring to always be worrying about what people think about you, and yet this friend seems to do it all day every day. He always thinks a bit too much about the future, and sometimes the past, and it makes me think of this quote, “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that is why it is called the present” It is always hard to live in the present, but sometimes it can make life so much better, and sometimes I just hope my friend can learn this and he can start enjoying where he is at now, rather than where he has been or where he is going to be.

I shared this because of the quote, “Yesterday is history, tomorrow is a mystery, today is a gift, that is why it is called the present” and in my opinion, 6 months on, I have learnt this and I am starting to enjoy where I am. I hope

alby out x

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Every day I wake up
I hope I’m dreaming
I can’t believe this shit
Cant believe you ain’t here
Sometimes it’s just hard for a nigga to wake up
Its hard to just keep going
Its like I feel empty inside without you being here
I would do anything man, to bring you back
Id give all this shit, shit the whole knot
I saw your son today
He look just like you
You was the greatest
You’ll always be the greatest
I miss you big
Cant wait till that day, when I see your face again
I can’t wait till that day, when I see your face again…

Yeah… this right here (tell me why)
Goes out, to everyone, that has lost someone
That they truly loved (cmon, check it out)

Seems like yesterday we used to rock the show
I laced the track, you locked the flow
So far from hanging on the block for dough
Notorious, they got to know that
Life ain’t always what it seem to be (uh-uh)
Words can’t express what you mean to me
Even though you’re gone, we still a team
Through your family, I’ll fulfill your dream (that’s right)
In the future, can’t wait to see
If you open up the gates for me
Reminisce some time, the night they took my friend (uh-huh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
When it’s real, feelings hard to conceal
Cant imagine all the pain I feel
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living your life, after death

Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
Ill be missing you
Thinking of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
Ill be missing you

I miss you big

Its kinda hard with you not around (yeah)
Know you in heaven smiling down (eheh)
Watching us while we pray for you
Every day we pray for you
Till the day we meet again
In my heart is where I’ll keep you friend
Memories give me the strength I need (uh-huh) to proceed
Strength I need to believe
My thoughts big I just can’t define (cant define)
Wish I could turn back the hands of time
Us in the 6, shop for new clothes and kicks
You and me taking flicks
Making hits, stages they receive you on
I still can’t believe you’re gone (cant believe you’re gone)
Give anything to hear half your breath (half your breath)
I know you still living you’re life, after death

Every step I take, every move I make
Every single day, every time I pray
Ill be missing you
Thinking of the day, when you went away
What a life to take, what a bond to break
Ill be missing you

somebody tell me why

On that morning
When this life is over
I know
Ill see your face

Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
Every night I pray, every step I take
every day that passes
Every move I make, every single day
is a day that I get closer
to seeing you again
Every night I pray, every step I take
we miss you big… and we wont stop
Every move I make, every single day
cause we can’t stop… that’s right
Every night I pray, every step I take
Every move I make, every single day
we miss you big

~Puff Daddy – I’ll Be Missing You

To everyone who has lost someone they love, someone close, someone they barely knew. To everybody who misses someone. To everyone who is struggling with a death no matter the circumstances. I am here for you in spirit. If I know you, I swear you could call me at three in the morning and I’ll be there for you. I’m sorry for whatever loss you are dealing with and I hope you know that whatever happens someone is always there for you, that the memory of the person or animal or toy or whatever you lost will always be with you.

I love everyone so much, and I just wanted you to know, I’ll always be a shoulder for you to lean on.

Molly.

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HAHAHAHAHAHA

to truly understand this joke here are some lyrics:

The year’s ’94 and my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother fuckin’ law
I got two choices y’all pull over the car or (hmmm)
Bounce on the double put the pedal to the floor
Now I ain’t tryin’ to see no highway chase with Jay.
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So I…pull over to the side of the road
I heard “Son do you know why I’m stoppin’ you for?”
Cause I’m young and I’m black and my hats real low?
Do I look like a mind reader sir, I don’t know
Am I under arrest or should I guess some mo’?
“Well you was doin fifty-five in a fifty-fo’ “
“Liscense and registration and step out of the car”
“Are you carryin’ a weapon on you I know a lot of you are”
I ain’t steppin out of shit all my paper’s legit
“Well, do you mind if I look round the car a little bit?”
Well my glove compartment is locked so are the trunk in the back
And I know my rights so you gon’ need a warrant for that
“Aren’t you sharp as a tack, you some type of lawyer or something’?”
“Or somebody important or somethin’?”
Nah, I ain’t pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won’t illegally search my shit
“We’ll see how smart you are when the K9 come”
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one
Hit me

99 Problems but a bitch ain’t one
if you havin girl problems
i feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain’t one hit me

~ 99 Problems – Jay Z

This made me laaafff reeeaaal haarrrd

mollyyyy

weheartit

And I shall build myself a fort to protect from the things I need protection from.

I shall go there when I need to escape and when I need to be alone.

I shall go there to think and to dream and to wish and hope.

It will be filled with all the things a fort should be filled with.

It will love me, even though it’s a fort.

It will protect me and care for me and send my wishes off to the wish granter and my hopes to the hope giver and my dreams to the dream bringer.

It will be a place where nothing matters.

This is what I need.

molly; xxx

weheartit

weheartit

Sometimes I just want to get on my bike and lazily sail down the road, smiling at passers by and winking at the cute guys.

But then I remember that most of the cute guys on my street are gay, or 10 years older than me and that at the end of the road there are giant stairs, and I don’t really like my bike.

And then I remember that the tyres on my bike are flat and the pump is too complicated to actually use.

And damn.

molldawwg

weheartit

So I saw this movie the other day, I won’t tell you what it is in case you decide to see it and I ruin it for you.

But anyway the point of me seeing this movie is, don’t you hate it when the wrong people end up together??

Like you are watching and you can see electricity sparking between person 1 and person 2. And like everything suggests they’ll be the ones to end up together and you can just see them working so well. But then the movie writers decide to bring in person 3 and person 1 & 3 are meant to be chemistry-ing it up but you know.. it just doesn’t feel right, and you are thinking ‘don’t worry, it will be 1 & 2, it just has to be’ BUT THEN IT DOESN’T HAPPEN.

I mean I loved the whole movie right up until the end but nooo the ending just had to be really lame! I mean 1 & 3 had no chemistry whatsoever! How could the movie writers even think of putting them together when clearly the whole thing was set up for 1 & 2?? I just don’t get it!!

The same thing happened in one of my favourite tv shows. Two characters through every series had soo much chemistry it seemed like Oxygen and Hydrogen and eventually you thought they just had to make water. But as I sat and watched the series finale of the final series, it didn’t happen! I almost cried!! How could the producers let two characters build up like that with So much fricken perfect chemistry between them and then never let it happen! It would be like if Chuck and Blair never got together!

It’s bad when it happens on tv, but its worse when it happens in real life. When two people are perfect for each other but it never happens. Sometimes life is a bitch.

I guess if you like someone, you should just go for it before they go off and like someone else and fall in love and get married and well then you’re screwed thinking why didn’t I do something.

Yeah well fuck, it’s not always that easy.

molly xx

weheartit

I love you because even though we’ve known each other for so long, you still aren’t sick of me. I love you because you laugh at everything, even when nothing seems to be funny. I love you because I can ride a bus with you and we can sing and dance along to our ipods without feeling embarrassed. I love you because of your ginourmous love of music and how we always are sharing our ipods. I loved you even when you stole my only good headphones, even if they were technically yours to begin with. I love you because we can not talk for like 3 months but when we finally do again it’s like no time has passed. I love you because you say the most random and stupid things. I love you because you make me laugh. I love you because I can always have a bitch with you. I love you because I can always get away from bitchiness with you. I love you because your mother is insane. (I love your mother too) I love you because my mother is insane. (my mother loves you too) I love you because we can sit in the same room and not talk for hours and it’s totally comfortable. I love you because you seem to love everyone. I love you because I can tease you for hours and you still love me. I love you because when you sleep over we can stay up really really really late and make plans for our future (right down to the colour of the towels) I love you because we can look at pictures of reallllyy hot guys together. I love you because you are my best friend. I will always love you, even when you are old and ugly (and still partially ranga) (even though it isn’t actually ranga) and you need to use a diaper.

love molly

weheartit

We’ve come a long long way together,
Through the hard times and the good,
I have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you like I shouldddddd

~Praise you – Fatboy Slim

Iwant to grab everyone in a big bear hug and be like “you rock” or something equally lame, but have them totally understand what I mean and not have this awkward moment of “well.. yeah.. cool”

Okay? So I’m bear hugging you right now, and you are hugging just as tightly back.

I love to hug people, it’s so awesome. It makes me feel all special and yummy when I get a really awesome hug from someone.

Also, I’m listening the 10000 hits of the 2000′s. It is amusing. Join me?

lurrrveee moooolllyy

(ew gross I can’t believe I said that)