Back in 1996-1997 you all may remember a band of brothers roller skating into your life with a song you couldnt get away from “mmmbop” and from that moment on, they were labeled, pop kids from tulsa. One hit wonders, but if youre like me you think otherwise. You got addicted to their quirky words and sing-along songs. You grew up with up.
after disappearing in a way they came back in 2000 with a new album(this time around) and a few good singles playing on the air. (if only, this time around) but did you take the time to listen to the whole cd? probably not so many good songs you missed out on. With the song “save me” I started to feel stronger connection then just singing along. Needing to find anyone to help you feeling like nothing in the world can save you, looking for that savior. I felt like that, maybe not at that exact time but later on in life i became very close to this song. Saving my life.
another four years later, they release “underneath” probably one of the saddest and most real album. That came out the year before i got sick so while propped up on a hospital bed, Hanson would sing to me, songs like “broken angel” about how not to give up, when i wanted to give up all hope. But never really did. Then again later on in life that song was always a reminder to not give up, songs about falling in love, and not really wanting to come out of it. This album helped me alot with relationships as well, “lost without each other” and “when youre gone” was like saying words that i couldnt let out. But i never really found love that they sing about. whos really to say what love is.
Only 3 years later they started a whole new thing, “the walk” going to africa to be inspired. and then starting the walk, where they go to cities and towns and walk barefoot in order to help out toms shoes. This album helps a lot, “watch over me” when i get in fights with my dad. also songs like “fire on the mountain” “blue skies” and “in a way” “watch over me” is about a girl that they want to save, but they just watch her make mistakes and pray for help but help never really comes. “fire on the mountain” is really just how life is, you live and you die. death is inevitable just make life worth living i guess.”blue skies” just reminded me to keep my head up theres going to be a better day. “in a way” was about suicide and i had those thoughts countless times and i knew i wasnt alone.
two years later, they release a short little EP every song having great meaning. “carry you there” being that no matter what your significant other is going through i want to help them. “use me up” related to how i felt unwanted and unloved and so alone.
Later in 2010 they released “shout it out” with the song “me myself and I” that helped me through a pretty shitty break up. I knew that I always had myself, even if im not great I can always find something good about myself.
Hanson, helped me when I was sick. They cheer me up when boys break my heart. they are they to help me when my dad wants to be my dad, they have words that can be so easily related. I really hope all the people that think hanson is that little boy band from the 90s read this and know that they grew up, and will always be apart of me. <3
Anakin:If you are suffering as much as I am, please tell me.
Padme:I can't... We can't... It's not possible.
Anakin:Anything is possible, Padme, listen to me.
Padme:No you listen! We live in a real world, come back to it. You're studying to become a Jedi, I'm... I'm a senator. If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, it will take us to a place we cannot go, regardless of the way we feel about each other.
Anakin:Then you do feel something!
Padme:I will not let you give up your future for me.
Anakin:You're asking me to be rational. That is something that I know I cannot do. Believe me, I wish I could just wish away my feelings, but I can't.
I used to sit up and play barbies of how I wanted my life to be like. I was an astronaut, a musician, a teacher, a lesbian, a lover. I used to sing and dance in the mirror thinking I was hot shit. When I was five my best friend was right next door. I used to look out my window and think about high school and middle school and now that im a senior. Nothing I thought I wanted to be I am. Instead of the cheerleader that got all the guys I’m the weird kid in the corner hanging with my magic friends.
Dreams never come true.
I thought i left you behind, i thought i was over you, I am. But the things you say destroy me. I feel like worthless newspaper thats been left in the rain. I dont understand how you can treat someone like this. Its like I never meant anything to you. Its fine, your name is permanently tattooed on my heart, and as much as i want it vanish it wont. I really loved you.
It will rush in like a unwanted snow storm, covering what ground i have making my time stop. The longest week i will live to see, and when i go with your family to see you arrive, i will run into your arms and feel like the summer sun is shining on us and for a short instant time stands completely still.
The holiday that started when the pilgrims shared a feast with the native americans and then hacked up the villagers. Before all that they went around the table telling what they were thankful for, thankful for surviving the trip, for learning new customs. Now its my turn.
I am thankful, to be alive 6 years ago on the 30th of this month i was diagnosed with cancer, and im just happy i have my health. Im thankful for my family that helped me through it, and everyone that donated money while my dad was taking time out of work to be with me.
I am thankful for the friends that help me with my everyday life. Nathan Truitt, Montana McDonald, Alex Willett, Daniel Staniewski, Storm Sauter, and Cody Hall.
I am thankful for the person that can always make me smile and has yet to disappoint me, my wonderful boyfriend, cody Hall, he means so much so fast and i hope to make him a lot happier and maybe a little less tense so much.
Heres a funny story… I was born, by accident, my mom has some disease where her uterus wasnt able to support a child, but it did she almost didnt give birth to me in time and she and I could have died, right there. But we didnt. 4 lovely years later, my mom and dad separate, neither one agree on a story so I dont really know who to believe. That was hard on everyone I think, me being a girl getting raised by my dad mainly, made me become “one of the guys” I practically grew up with my best friend Taylor, his mom was like my mom. I got to see my mom on weekends, going from different boyfriends, different houses, things were always changing. She dated a fellow, that beat her, alot. I didnt know this til years later, I remember them fighting but was too young to really understand. When I was in the 3rd grade my mom moved back in with my dad and I. I was really happy to have a family again, but again things get messed up. Seeing my dad yell at the love of his life, made me think love doesnt really exist. She left again, going into another destructive relationship, this time i was old enough to see the signs. Its not normal for a 5foot4 woman to pick up a grown man by the throat in self defense on the day before thanksgiving. A little girl should never have to call her grandmother for protection. I cried trying to comfort my mom and her bite marks on her thighs, or on christmas eve, clean up after another fight where tables flipped and furniture thrown. She eventually left, years later returning was the abusive ex from before. I would come to visit her and doors will be off the hinges, eyes will be bruised. “Oh I just fell” she still tried to protect me from the truth, thats what hurt the most.
Then I finally got into middle school, not knowing anyone i was the weird kid that kinda had no friends. but November 24 2007 I was diagnosed with a disease, a child killer, and what was i to do but turn to my parents, It brought them closer and i loved to see them together, they finally made me happy. But after many needles in my spine, allergic reactions, and infections I survived it. After seeing kids die right next to me, I was free from the cancer cell. But then back to the real world of middle school where everyone ostracized me for being the cancer girl, nobody really wanted to be my friend. Only a select few. The next year it got better, i got friends true real friends, i stopped wearing a hat and became a bit more open.
High school wasnt really as terrible as i thought it would be, I was used by a guy i thought i really liked. I fell for a great guy that was terrible looking, and i dated a guy that barely spoke to me. Oh and i fell in love with my best friend. Too shy to ever tell her. Thats a different story. (:
I loved and lost and the only thing i do is reach higher, I keep improving and only one will always be apart of me, the girl that meant the world to me, the sun shined in her dark eyes, she was the most beautiful person I ever met. But like everything else in my life, it ended in tears.
I dated 4 guys since her, and shes really always the one my head goes back to every night. I fell for a boy with charm and no real compassion, a guy that saved me from myself and i promised no more scars. another guy that showed me happiness but left me with more pain than ever felt before. The last one, my current one, well hes great. He means so much to me so fast. I never really thought life could feel this good.
ever since high school started I have been arguing with my dad, it kills me that im not his perfect son, i will never be as amazing as him and he still pressures me to be something im just not. I have had an issue with cutting in the past but this man thats supposed to love me more than anything makes me want to run away, makes me want to kill myself or at least harm myself. I love him to death but i am just one walking disappointment for him. I wake up every morning knowing im just going to disappoint him. The only thing that keeps me going is my mom. I love that woman with all my heart she is my hero even if i cant believe some of the things she says. She has been through hell with love but keeps her head up. The men she has dated makes me weary of the guys i get close too, but i still end up falling too fast. And no matter what I always get hurt its just a matter of time.
heres to me still being alive and trying to stay positive. I love love. I love peace. I love everyone. <3
I dont think we ever loved each other, we were in love with the idea of love, hooked and addicted to another drug. We claimed we would last forever through all storms and all shakes from an earthquake but with the first sign of a raindrop you run away. Thats fine, i’ll live and you will always be a memory, not as a lover but as a friend that gave me the best summer i ever had.
hope one day we both mature and realize how foolish we were to call what we had anything more than a friendship, and now that friendship will never come back because we called it love.
I find it hilarious you say the same things to her as you Once said to me
You claimed you loved me more than anything
And them you leave without any sight of sorrow.
Wish I was as strong as you.
I may have moved on but I feel a giant piece of me will always be left in your driveway.
Your friends comments make me laugh cause I’m trying my hardest to keep myself together.
Dont fear me Burton myself it’s too late for that.
I hope that we both find real meanings to the word love
We seem to throw it around like it’s noting.
I however love you more than I will love anyone. You have a huge part of y heart and hope to someday fill that space with someone that feels the same.
GIRLS, that cover themselves in make up and fix their hair to be perfect. Even if they are just sitting at home doing nothing. Girls that paint on a face that they probably dont need. We are in our young teen years and you are trying to look perfect, you are perfect just the way they are. Freckles are beautiful, bags under your eyes? go to sleep sooner. I understand if you wanna wear eye make up to enhance your eye color but some girls take it a bit too far and begin to look like drag queens. I get it that you girls are tryin to look flawless thats all fine and dandy but try to be a bit more real. Make up, photoshop is the death of beauty. and i know im not very good looking but im not going to spend all these time trying to look perfect when in the end its the inside that counts and if guys dont want to date me cause I got a few freckles, or because i dont look like some prime proper princess they probably arent worth my time. If girls arent going to be friends with me cause I’m real and dont want to look like a barbie then they will fall in love with a ken doll and in the end the conversations will be meaningless, the love would be lust, and the end will all start with a lie. What if when they go to get down she flips out cause he touches her hair. True love? come on kids, the point is….Natural is beautiful.