| I'm not here, not anymore. |
[28 Aug 2008|09:19am] |
moved. ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) kateholmes
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| property of brojenner |
[28 Aug 2008|03:52am] |
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brody jenner rocks my world.
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| that's all they wrote |
[25 Aug 2008|04:12pm] |
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Today is what I have.
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| SUBMISSION POST NUMBER LXV |
[25 Aug 2008|03:14am] |
Here we go again! Double check the rules, if you need to and get to making those secrets.
Comments are screened and you may post anonymously. We do reserve the right to reject anything we find to be derogatory, threatening, or as an attack on children. We will also not tolerate repeated attacks against the members of this community. Extremely harsh personal attacks will be considered on a case-by-case basis. We would also like to remind our members that secrets were originally meant as confessions and were based off the idea presented by PostSecret. Submit text, submit graphics, but please make them no larger than 500x500 pixels and 350KB.
The post will go up on Saturday at around 9 PM PST. Deadline for secrets is 8:30 PM PST.
Current secret count: 13.
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| its a double birthday kind of day |
[25 Aug 2008|12:39am] |
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Bils, there are a million and one things I could say to you on your birthday. I could carry on about how fantastic you are, about your unwavering kindness, you're ability to always, always look at the bright side and find the silver lining, your ability to make any sort of foul mood I'm in disappear, and the wonderful level your dirty mind has come to, but we'd be here for days. I feel like we've got one of those unlikely friendships; there is quite an age gap between us, we're horribly polar opposite on certain things (my bitter cynicism is just no match for your sunshine), and I seem to be one of the only ones of the Twilight cast exiled from the OC. In any case, we somehow hit it off from the start and I am beyond glad to be able to call you one of my best and closest friends. Your birthday this year WILL be amazing, no doubt in my mind about that, and I cannot wait to crash with you for a while..especially if it turn permanent. Thank you for absolutely everything you do and everything that you are. I love you with all my heart, and I'll totally share my security blanket with you.
 My dear Blake, it has been some time since we frolicked on the beach together wearing close to nothing, and much to my distaste its been tough for us to catch up or even see one another since then. However, I have full faith in one day the Blake/Kristen beach frolick reunion will come, in full force, and be the best thing since sliced bread. I hope your birthday is absolutely fantastic.
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| Secrets Post #64 |
[23 Aug 2008|09:19pm] |
Secrets time! Anonymous is enabled this time around, but the comments will be screened first as a precaution. I'll do my best to get to unscreening them quickly, but I'm not perfect so I just ask that you're patient about it if I don't get to it right away.
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( Rock a box! )
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| richardlovett |
[24 Aug 2008|04:08am] |
"There was no hardship; but there was no luxury and he had thought he could get back into training that way. That in some way he could work the fat off his soul the way a fighter went into the mountains to work and train in order to burn it out of his body.
She had liked it. She said she loved it. She loved anything that was exciting, that involved a change of scene, where there were new people and where things were pleasant. And he had felt the illusion of returning strength of will to work. Now if this was how it ended, and he knew it was, he must not turn like some snake biting itself because its back was broken. It wasn't this woman's fault. If it had not been she it would have been another. If he lived by a lie he should try to die by it."
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| richardlovett |
[24 Aug 2015|02:28am] |
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"He that has a secret should not only hide it, but hide that he has something to hide."
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| richardlovett |
[23 Aug 2008|01:50am] |
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something astonishing here later. genius.
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[21 Aug 2008|07:46pm] |
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i've been loving you a long time, down all the years, down all the days, and i've cried for all your troubles, smiled at your funny little ways. we watched our friends grow up together and we saw them as they fell, some of them fell into heaven and some of them fell into hell. i took shelter from a shower and i stepped into your arms on a rainy night in soho the wind was whistling all its charms. i sang you all my sorrows and you told me all your joys, whatever happened to that old song, to all those little girls and boys? now the song is nearly over, we may never find out what it means but there's a light i hold before me and you're the measure of my dreams( . )
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| Even though its not quite the 21st in LA... |
[21 Aug 2008|12:15am] |
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I really hope the not-so-awesome level of the graphic won't take away from the meaning behind the post. Since we have no photos together, I figured a picture of you reading this would do? We don't talk nearly as much as I'd like, but anytime we do, its always good. You've helped me more than you know, just by offering an ear and advice, even when we barely knew one another. I may not know you well, but I know how insanely kind and wonderful of a person you are. I hope that your birthday is just as fantastic. Thank you for being the Hayden that so many of us know and love. Oh, and for Katy Perry. And Gossip Girl. You made my life complete with those.
xoxo
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| richardlovett. |
[20 Aug 2008|11:03pm] |
Take another shot of courage, wonder why the right words never come. You just get numb. It's another tequila sunrise, this old world still looks the same. Another frame.
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| richardlovett |
[20 Aug 2008|11:04pm] |
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And once I had a strange love, a flaky white kinky love.
We ran so fast we almost spilled our guts...
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| SUBMISSION POST NUMBER LXIV |
[20 Aug 2008|02:06am] |
Here we go again! Double check the rules, if you need to and get to making those secrets.
Comments are screened and you may post anonymously. We do reserve the right to reject anything we find to be derogatory, threatening, or as an attack on children. We will also not tolerate repeated attacks against the members of this community. Extremely harsh personal attacks will be considered on a case-by-case basis. We would also like to remind our members that secrets were originally meant as confessions and were based off the idea presented by PostSecret. Submit text, submit graphics, but please make them no larger than 500x500 pixels and 350KB.
The post will go up on Saturday at around 9 PM PST. Deadline for secrets is 8:30 PM PST.
Current secret count: 75.
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| creative artists • jay my name |
[19 Aug 2008|04:43pm] |
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In the year of my decline, sucking freezies in the rain, driving twisted through the suburbs and then driving back again. Seventeen and half alive, headlights illuminate the school, inhale the powder from the science class, yeah nearly dying felt so cool. Your face is all that hasn't changed. You've reassembled just like me. But when I reach to touch your hand you stroke mine gently. All I want is one more chance to be young and wild and free. All I want is one more chance to show you, you were right for me. You were right for me. I'm back in gym and it's the same, as my name tag floats away. I had six too many drinks last night yes and that's why I made you stay. Plus I always wanted you. You liked to rock it in your car. You said you didn't understand me because I always tried to see too far. Well Tainted Love's too fast to dance to so let's leave them all behind. They hated us with everything they had and we hated them in kind. All I want is one more chance to be young and wild and free. All I want is one more chance to show you, you were right for me. Reunion, reunion.
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| richardlovett |
[18 Aug 2008|05:22pm] |
Intellectuals cannot be good revolutionaries; they are just good enough to be assassins.
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| Hello Everyone :) |
[18 Aug 2008|07:25pm] |
"... Just as Jesus created wine from water, we humans are capable on transmuting emotion into music..."
Carlos Santana
I was 12 years old when my best friend in the whole world died. Together we were all we needed. We we're going to grow up and move to Paris and be superstars, married to different backstreet boys ( which one we would each marry changed from week to week). Her name was Carly, and when Carly and I got together it was a constant chain of laughter. She was such a happy girl. To this day I will always say that no one loved life more than Carly. For her no moment was to be an unhappy one. No amount of time was to ever be wasted on feeling sad or out of place. I was 12 years old when I realized what it meant to cry till you got sick. I was 12 years old when I realized she was never coming back, and I was 12 years old when I thought I was the only person in this world to ever feel this utterly awful. It was on that day that the smile, that was always permanently strung across my lips disappeared for what I thought would be for forever. I remember the day of her funeral like it was only ten minutes ago, because well it was the longest day of my life. It was a typical rainy funeral day, black coats and umbrellas. To me it was the saddest day that southern Los Angeles would ever see. The car ride was long and miserable, but I had expected the whole day to carry on this way. Normally on rainy days Carly and I would put on bathing suits and run around in the street no matter the temperature. The goal was to get sick and stay home from school together, which never worked out. My tears were matching the flow of rain on the passenger window and every time the sky would explode with thunder it felt as if my chest would explode along with it. The silence between my mother and I was inevitable, because there was only so much more explaining and comforting a mother could do for her twelve year old daughter who was still inconsolable. With Carly and I, there was never a moment of silence, which explains why I still to this days always hate those awkward silences or any silences at all. Just when I thought about screaming, if only to break the quiet, I remembered that there had to be a radio station somewhere in the air space that was playing something that could easily match the screaming that I myself wanted to let out - or at least something close to it.
Girls Just Wannna Have Fun - Cyndi Lauper: This was the song that came on. I considered changing it to something a little more slow and well depressing, only to accommodate to the mood and circumstances of the day. But it was almost like she was there, turning up the volume. My fun friend Carly hated all those slow sappy songs, much like myself. She would have been the one to put this song on on purpose from seeing the miserable look on my face. We would have laughed and danced and escaped the reality of the moment if only for a few minutes. The song put a smile on my face, a big smile. I almost felt terrible when I let out a small giggle only thinking of Carly and I dancing around to this song in our old dance costumes. It was a pick up song. It was the kind of song anyone would listen to if they were feeling down. It was the definition of happy and the definition of a smile. Then I realized that this is why there is music. This was proof to me that at some point Cyndi Lauper was thinking of me when she recorded this song, even though they had no idea I existed. She wrote this song - of coarse she had a specific point - but to make people happy and feel happy! This was proof that I was running through Cyndi Laupers mind when she wrote it. She had to, at one point, been thinking of a sad little 12 year old who needed something, even something small, to take away the pain of life and reunite her with how fun life is, and to live that fun life while you have it. Since that day, music has been my escape. Music has defined my life.
" It's about the feeling that you get when other human beings pick up basic instruments and for three to four minutes can make sense of your world. And all things scary or frightening suddenly don't seem intimidating at all because they know that the person who wrote those lyrics once, at one point in their life, felt the same way that they are feeling right now. That is what music does. "
Love Is A Battlefield - Pat Benetar : In three to four minutes you can define even your love life. Romance will for once in your life make sense to you because of a single artist. As love is one of the most confusing aspects of humanity, a person can capture a view on it in a single song. Music gives everything a different story and definition. Love included.
The Middle - Jimmy Eat World : It rings so true. For three to four minutes one single person or persons can make perfect sense of your world. They can define you in three to four minutes. All the questions you had about your life in a particular moment can be figured out all in three to four minutes. In those seconds you can easily be given hope, and romance, and joy, and sometimes simply a smile on a rainy funeral day.
Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd
One of the greatest songs of all time.
If I believe strongly in anything it is that music will change the world one day. It will one day change the attitudes of everyone. Music will change someones life if it hasn't already, but I know deep inside that it has. Someone out there is a different person today because of a simple sentence of words put to a rhythm. Music is the most amazing gift.
" Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music "
Jimi Hendrix
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| Secrets Post #63 |
[16 Aug 2008|09:28pm] |
Secrets time! Anonymous is enabled this time around, but the comments will be screened first as a precaution. I'll do my best to get to unscreening them quickly, but I'm not perfect so I just ask that you're patient about it if I don't get to it right away.
Note: The numbers don't match up exactly, so if I missed your secret, comment and let me know and I'll add it to the batch!
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( Damn the man, save the empire! )
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