Away,
Away to that place that exists only in our dreams,
Where trees touch the heavens,
And the oceans always reach out to touch the sky,
Where the coloration of every little thing,
Is based solely upon our wills,
Where we will exist in forever more.
Because,
The place that exists only when we open our eyes,
Says that we can not,
Coexist,
Where reality means pain,
And dreams mean comfort,
I will live for dreams,
Until I find my own personal Celephaïs.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SVEmHcz-SBs
"HIV was invented..."
Oh. My god. I don't think I've ever laughed this hard at stupid.
Give these sad arseholes some cookies for their brilliant conclusions.
Please. I take my hat off for them.
And then happily kiss my girlfriend.
ohdamn tho I don't like writing about myself. Um. Hey, I'm Sierra. I'm a junior and I really fucking hate high school and sometimes I pretend that it blows up specially the 100 building since I hate that most. People are mostly horrible and I resent most of them for being successful teenagers. But also everyone who is cool now will come back at our reunion fat and balding and I will be a successful 30 year old and gorgeous with perfect children and a glittering significant other. And that's how I get through High School. I am obsessed with Glee. and Owls. And choir and American Horror Story. I like pretty things. I don't drive and I don't wear make-up and my nightgown reaches the floor, but I chose these things. I chose to be atheist and liberal. *AND THE BIG CHEESY FINISH!?* I chose to be me.
Favourite Visual Artist
Monet! Love him. Renoir, because we're bday buddies. O'keefe. Ludwig Meidner.
life (and not tumblr! Seems to me most people are like "eh DA, I got a tumblr" but not me). I just have things to do. Applying to college (REED COLLEGE I LOVE YOU PLEASE ACCEPT ME) and doing my senior year and all that jazz.
Also
I started this account when I was very alone with myself. Like I had friends but not really, and I needed validation, and I was figuring out my sexuality/who I was/why I was and all that angsty teenage shit. But I've worked through all that and idt I need this place anymore to do it for me. So basically if you want to keep in contact w/me, you can through my twitter (ceeceftw (https://www.deviantart.com/ceeceftw)) or my email/facebook (note me if you
Wow. Wow. Wow. I was really good at not freaking out first of all. I forced myself to not rock back and forth/not spin my wrists/make eye contact the whole time. But he was so sweet and wonderful I had nothing to worry about. I think he sensed I am really unbearably shy (like I kinda thought I would make some friends or something, since everyone in line had something in common, but nope no couldn't even talk to the others), so he was extra sweet/quiet, which was nice for me. He said he liked my hat so that hat will be on my head until the end of time. I told him Glee saved my life (I bet he hears that all the time but w/e) and he was really s
I am so scared. I know I should be super excited but I have horrible anxiety and I get really badly star struck. Like not functioning. So I'm gonna be such a fucking MESS. Which is stupid cause he's like the sweetest thing that this planet has seen but RLY THO IM CRY. Im cry cause chris colfer and me in a building together and its a long ass drive so thats gonna give me time to have a heart attack and idek why did i decided i wanted to do this am i a fucking stupid one uggggg. someone hold me.