2 days left!!!
REBLOG FOR A CHANCE TO WIN A 16GB RED IPOD NANO
Rules:
- Must be following me (oh-woah.tumblr.com)
- Reblog this post up to 3 times per day (likes don’t count)
- Each reblog counts as an entry
- Contest ends December 3rd
- I will use a randomizer (random.org) to choose the winner, I will contact them on December 3rd. If the winner doesn’t contact me within 3 days, I will use the randomizer again.
- I will record a video on the iPod for the winner saying hi and stuff :)
- The iPod is in full working condition
sorry i can’t ship overseas
(via fadedmirrors)
Forgotten Daughter
Shoved into the corner
Unsure of when life fell apart.
Of how her mother’s voice,
Once as smooth as molasses
And as warm as fresh baked bread
Became concrete on a cold winter’s day
Nothing but ice.
She would say, “I love you, no matter what”
Yet, it was all a lie
As she began sinking into the ocean of depression
I tried helping her, tried pulling her back to the shore
But she took me down with her
I was enveloped by the sadness, the pain
My heart was crying out for it to all end,
Yet it wouldn’t
I was begging for love, for someone to see me
To prove that I was still in existence
Even as a shadow of my former self
Yet, I continued to be
A forgotten daughter
tlvx:
All Nick asked for yesterday for his birthday was a reblog. Looking forward to Nick-celebrating parties this weekend! Internet Archive is awesome.
Reblog to donate $5 to Archive.org — I (oats) will donate $5 for each reblog of this picture and the complete message below up to $1,500 to the Internet Archive. (sponsored by my side project Airborne LCDs)
Relevant Links: must include with your reblog!
- About the Internet Archive
- First Tumblr Home Page saved on the Internet Archive from 5 Jan 2007
- sponsor FLIR Star SAFIRE and L-3 WESCAM and Avalex
- More Information (why I’m doing this, reblog status, etc)
- Wikipedia Page on Internet Archive
(via hitrecordjoe)
mols:
I think you could fall in love with anyone if you saw the parts of them that no one else gets to see. Like if you followed them around invisibly for a day and you saw them crying in their bed at night or singing to themselves as they make a sandwich or even just walking along the street and even if they were really weird and had no friends at school, I think after seeing them at their most vulnerable you wouldn’t be able to help falling in love with them.
(via fadedmirrors)
Who I Am
Smart. Goofy. Fragile. Loving. Zany. Who I am has changed many times
throughout my almost seventeen years of existence. It is mind-blowing to think how over time, one’s views of oneselves and their lives go through such alterations. When I was little, I would always compare myself to my family and think, “I do not measure up. How could I ever measure up?”
Now, as I have matured, I have come to realize that we all have problems. We do not always do the right thing. Many times, we are caught with our hands in the cookie jar, and the only thing to do is apologize. I abhor the thought of my existence being defined only by what I said; I believe in practicing what I preach. I do not want to be the hypocrite who ruins the reputation of those who share my beliefs and faith. I believe in being an example in all I do and say. I do realize my imperfections, though. I know that many times, I am mistaken. I lie. I hurt those around me. I see the road of righteousness and decide to take the road plainly marked wrong. I am well aware of my inadequacies. I believe that they make me my own self. My fear of public-speaking makes me step out of my comfort zone quite often. My dread at the thought of letting others down pushes me to continually do my best in all that I do. I have been known to completely shut out those closest to me. I do not like help and I will often refuse the offers of assistance from those around me. I am stubborn beyond belief and my independence is one of the things that I treasure most. I hate the thought of making someone go out of their way for me, a speck on the fabric of the universe. I can be annoying and very set in my ways. I do not like corrections. In spite of all my shortcomings, I am who I am. Some days I love it, and some days I truly loathe it. Even though I am not yet seventeen, I see how m experiences have shaped me into the person I have been, am right now, and continue to become.
