The silence forces you to think, to confront thoughts you had buried in the hustle and bustle of the light of day. Every inkling notion robs you of your sleep no matter how much you wish for it. You just sweat until the bed ends up soaked with all your ponderings.
Restless- a word that stuck to me like ink on paper, paper on glue, thoughts on a mind. Trembling fingers, a shaky disposition, add that to a fragile will prone to confusion and you get a reckless array of sorts that tries ever so hard to maintain her so called stability. I keep on wondering like a mad dog; chasing my rabid tail in circles. You over think and you over think and you realize, in an attempt to find reason, madness almost always finds you first but you keep chasing your rabid tail like the mad dog that you are. Why? You don’t really know why, you just do like so many things in your life. You just do. You just live because that’s the way it is.
IF you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master; If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build ‘em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew To serve your turn long after they are gone, And so hold on when there is nothing in you Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, ’ Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch, if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it, And - which is more - you’ll be a Man, my son!
“And all the books you’ve read have been read by other people. And all the songs you’ve loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that’s pretty to you is pretty to other people. And you know that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing unity.”—The Perks of Being a Wallflower
We love what we love. Reason does not enter into it. In many ways, unwise love is the truest love. Anyone can love a thing because.That’s as easy as putting a penny in your pocket. But to love something despite. To know the flaws and love them too. That is rare and pure and perfect.
Viruses are notorious for entering cells, taking over their internal machinery, and turning them into virus manufacturing centers. But new research by Howard Hughes Medical Institute investigator Peter Cresswell reveals how human cytomegalovirus takes this gambit one step further, turning a protein that host cells use to protect themselves against viruses into a saboteur that supports viral infection.
The research shows how the virus hijacks an antiviral protein and uses it to enhance infection by slowing down the host cell’s energy production. Cresswell’s team published their research in the April 28, 2011, issue ofScience Express.
It’s hard being me in the way it’s always hard being someone whose only praise comes in “excellent!”s scrawled in red pen and not the same stupid petty remarks every girl wants thrown her way once in a while – you’re beautiful, I love your shoes, you’re so funny, you’re so sweet. It’s hard being me in the way it’s always hard putting up a front of anger, always talking back, always arguing, when in reality, you’re always moments away from crumbling. It’s hard being me because I don’t cry. I don’t understand the release of raw emotion in such a physical way. Tears only make me feel shittier.
This is for every girl who spends more time studying and arguing than she does kissing in the rain.
Julian: Brooke, what the hell happened today? Brooke: I thought you slept with alex. Julian: So, basically, you still don’t trust me. Brooke: No. Basically I got jealous. Because I’m in love with you, julian, And I always will be. And that’s gonna make me do stupid things sometimes Because love is crazy. And I’ve been crazy. I know. First, I thought you were falling for alex, And then, last night, I went to your hotel, And I thought you fell for alex. I’m sorry. Julian: You think too much, brooke davis.
“Before I met you I thought my world had everything I needed to be happy. I had nothing else to compare to. Then you walked into my life and everything changed. I realised how empty my world was without you in it, and my old life was no longer capable of making me happy, not without you. I love everything about you Brooke, I love the way you challenge me like no one ever has, I love the way you look at me like no one ever has, and I love the way you love me like no one ever has. I cant imagine spending my life without you, and if you say yes to me in a few minutes, I wont have to.”
“Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty this hatred. How did it find us, did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us that we now send our children into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe…
“I love you. I am who I am because of you. You are every reason, every hope, and every dream I’ve ever had, and no matter what happens to us in the future, everyday we are together is the greatest day of my life. I will always be yours.”—Nicholas Sparks
You keep telling me I’m too smart for my own good, that I’m overthinking overanalyzing undersleeping overdrinking, but I can’t shake the feeling that I’m totally wrong about this – that I am, in fact, much too stupid to see the real connections the people around me create.
“Well that’s what we do, we fight… You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I’m not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you’re back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing.”—The Notebook
Nikita:sali. i watched this movie called "STRICTLY SEXUAL" today
Nikita:IT WAS SO GOOD
Nikita:these girls go to a hotel, and they picked up these 2 guys who they thought were male prositutes & found out int he morning that they werent. but the guys were poor broke unemployed construction workerss and so the girls said they could live in the poolhouse and get meals if they had sex with them whenever they wanted. HAHAHAHAHAHA
Sali:i feel like you came to me because you are subconsciously proposing this and I accept. unconditionally.