I am going to freak out a little bit right now, because in the mail today, I GOT AN AUTOGRAPH FROM IDINA FREAKING MENZEL!! I mean holy mother-trucker. I couldn’t upload a picture of it because I can’t attach my camera to my computer, but it just made me feel like a winner. :D Quick story. I sent out a picture to her a year ago for my sorta-kinda little sisters birthday, I didn’t send an addressed envelope so I didn’t think I would get anything back, even though I put in ten bucks… I got it back! :) This is so freaking awesome, I cannot even explain.
A year too late, but she’s gonna be so flipping happy about it!

Sometimes I want to scream, I want to shout, I want to let it all out.

But I keep my mouth shut, I don’t say a word, I am silent as a mouse.

It’s not because I’m scared of what people will say to me, or about me. I have dealt with meanness all of my life from people, including ones I thought were my friends. So it’s not because I’m afraid of how people will react to what I say… It’s because, I’m afraid that if I open my mouth, if I pour my heart out to the world.

I’m afraid that the world won’t hear me.

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Oh my goodness gracious, she is adorable.
Brittany Susan Pierce, will you marry me?
I mean, if only she wasn’t Santana’s, she would be just the perfect wifeypoo, she could cook for me… (Fires. Maybe not) She could clean for me… (Poisonous cleaners. Maybe not) She could take care of the kids… (Choking hazards. Maybe not) … She could strip for me and tie me to a bed. Yep, dingdingding, that is exactly what she could do for me. Can I say Brittany Pierce sexy dance party?

You told my Father the truth, after you knew I’d get in shit. :L Fuck you ex-friend of mine, fuck you a whole lot. Don’t even try to pin it on you didn’t know what to say, since I told you exactly what to say so none of us got introuble. I know the real reason you did it, it was clear to me after the whole comment of “Truth hurts, but you got to tell it.” So, I am done wasting my life on you. Truth hurts? Well here is the truth, you have screwed with my head for the last time asshat, the last time.

It was my pleasure. :)
I think every pretty girl should hear atleast six times a day that they are beautiful, gorgeous and unreplaceable. You know, just so they don’t forget how perfect they are in their own way. :)
So, just incase people forget to tell you today.
You are beautiful. You are gorgeous. You are unreplaceable. Someone out there loves you (even if they don’t know it yet) and things always have the potential to get better. <3

Mal: I might not show respect to your job, but he didn’t respect *you*.

That is one hundred percent how I felt about the Viva cop that got me and my friends on Thursday night. Well, give or take a little bit. I might respect him, I mean he was a nice guy, I would have normally had no problem with him in certain cases, but I do not respect his job in the slightest. $155 fine for a $4.25 ticket?! That is absurd, especially since they only give you fifteen days to pay it off.

Facebook, you have friends. People who like you, and know you.
Youtube, you have subscribers. People who subscribe to your stuff.
Twitter, you have twitterers? People who tweet what you tweet.
Myspace, you have friends. See Facebook ^^ for what friends are.
MSN, you have contacts. People… who contact you. Obviously.

Tumblr. In Tumblr, you have followers. People who follow you.
People who don’t need your permission to follow you. So…
Essentially, stalkers is what you have on Tumblr.

Have I ever mentioned how much I love Tumblr? :P

I just can’t seem to state how much this woman is gorgeous, whether it is to all of my friends at school or here on Tumblr. Sharon Den Adel has a way of radiating both a stage and a music video, not to mention that her voice can send shivers down my spine in moments. I love Within Temptation, I love her voice, I love her.

This hits home for me so much. It is so true. I can’t be her soulmate as much as I want to be her everything, but the one thing that I can be is her bestfriend. And even as hard as it is seeing her with that girl, it would be a lot harder to not see her at all. Plus, even as her friend, I still feel my chest tighten talking to her.

Photo Courtesy: zebry

You aren’t mine, don’t think that I don’t remember how she is the one you kiss and hug, the one that your heart beats for, the one that you want. I understand, I know. And I try to think about that each time I see you, I try to let my heart know that I can’t have you but it doesn’t work, I still want this to happen so bad, I want you. And I know that I can’t feel without you, I can’t breathe without you, I can’t hope without you. But I need to. Because we just won’t happen. I need to realise this.

You are the sun that lights up each and every room I am in. You are the reason I believe in true love. You are a hero in my eyes because you saved me. You are too perfect, too beautiful for words to honestly say. You could complete me.

But… I am not the stars in the sky for you. I am not the person you look up too. I am not the one you want to kiss goodnight. I do not mean nearly as much to you as you mean to me, and it kills me a little inside. I am not yours. But I want to be.

When I go about a normal day, I am not-Lena. I am someone who is completely different from Lena, someone who is still scared of telling people who she really is. I am someone who tries hard to get good grades because it pleases my parents, I am someone who listens to what my Father says because otherwise I am a disappointment to him. I am someone who keeps her mouth shut about who she loves because I am afraid that if I tell him, he’ll kick me out or take me away from the only family I’ve ever known (my bestfriends.) until I “get better.”

But when I come on here, when I become the person I really am, Lena. I am a superhero. I can talk about my sexuality as much as I want without worrying that it’ll fall onto the wrong ears who will tell my Father. I can be this badass who doesn’t care about what her Dad thinks because the one thing he doesn’t rule is the internet. I can be who I am. I don’t have to hide behind some facade that I am happy when I’m not, I don’t have to act like I’m perfect. It is not true. I am not.