PS: How to be cool 101.
Step 1: Print-screen this image
Step 2: Copy to paint
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Step 4: Post it on your blog
Step 5: Be cool



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"We acquire the strength we have overcome."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

"...Now I will, speak bullets with my pen."
-Senses Fail

PS: When you fall down hard, I will be there to make sure you stay in your grave this time.

"You'll get what's coming to you, you're blinded by your instincts. I'm not your fucking game, I'm not so easily beat."
-A Day To Remember

"I have to remind myself that some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend."
-Morgan Freeman

Is there ever hope?

"I believe a man is born first unto himself --for the happy developing of himself, while the world is a nursery, and the pretty things are to be snatched for, and pleasant things tasted; some people seem to exist thus right to the end. But most are born again on entering manhood; then they are born to humanity, to a consciousness of all the laughing, and the never-ceasing murmur of pain and sorrow that comes from the terrible multitudes of brothers."
-D.H. Lawrence

"Today is the 13th. 31 months ago, I got together with Zee. 1 month ago, I broke up with him and today, we're just trying to stay away from one another."
-Julie

"‎31 months ago was probably the happiest day of my life. I swear."
-Zee

I just want you here,
I just wanna feel your skin against mine,
Your warmth,
Your heartbeat.

I don't wanna sleep,
I want this magical date to last as long as possible
I'm scared to sleep.
I'm so scared to sleep.

But it's my only chance to see you, feel you, kiss you.
It kills me.
I don't wanna move on.
Stockholm Syndrome.

Love me.
I'm not crying.

"People spend a lifetime searching for happiness; looking for peace. They chase idle dreams, addictions, religions, even other people, hoping to fill the emptiness that plagues them. The irony is the only place they ever needed to search was within."
-Romana L. Anderson

Once upon a million stars,
a bart played his guitar.
The kings and queens were impressed by him,
but they are not who he wants to please.

As the bart strummed his song to the shallow crowd,
his heart secretly breaks in doubt.
For the song that was singing was clear and loud,
Wasn't heard by his one true love.

-Andy

So he played from dawn till dusk and dusk till dawn.
His enchanted melody fills the air
The poets cried and the lovers loved,
but his one true love wasn't there.

"Oh dear Venus, Goddess of love, hear out my plea!
For this one true love i seek from you,
a helping hand you present to me!"

The heavens opened as Venus descends,
to answer this desperate call.
She knew from a single glance,
oh how hard this lonely bart would fall.

"Dear lonely child, I am here to heed you request.
So to put your tired mind at rest.
Time will come when your one true love presents you with her key.
Until then, rest my child as your suffering I will ease."

With a kiss to the forehead, he turned to stone.
Suspended and lost in time.
A night of sorrow as the heavens cried for all to see.
As the lonely bart awaits his one true love, to finally set him free.

-Zee

There is just something spiritual about tonight. Something so familiar. Something so surreal. Hope. Come what may.
-Zee

Hello there, I'm Zee. This blog, has you might have noticed, is more of a pictorial blog. I wouldn't want to use Tumblr as I want this to be a special and personal thing that I would like to share. Mostly all of the pictures are taken from the net unless otherwise stated.

I find pictures and quotes otherwise a more significant way of expressing myself. But every now and then, we all get certain feelings that we feel we must portray through our actions or if not, verbally.

I won't lie to you, I'm pretty much pessimistic. Though I try so very hard to be optimistic. All I ever wanted was to love and be loved unconditionally. But trust me, I feel like I was born under the blackest of stars. Lets just say I'm living a life with a very long streak of bad luck.

Life will occasionally bring me up to the highest of heavens. While I float up there, enjoying the journey, I swear to you I can see the very top of happiness. I can smell it, hear it, feel it, I can almost taste it. But just before I can get a foot hole, Life sets a brick wall in front of me. A dead end. Nowhere to go. So down I fall back to the lowest of hell where I started.

I am deep. I think plentifully, reflect on the past. Sometimes too much. It hurts me. Screws me up. Depresses me. I keep asking myself why. Why do I keep hurting. It's just easier to live shallow, live for the moment. Waste your life away. But I refuse. I am a person of value and trustworthiness. I'm a person of identity. At least that is worth living though it hurts like a bitch.

Recently I had a bad break up after 2 and a half years. I still feel the angst from time to time. Who would forgive and love someone who cheated on you, had multiple flings and never did support you when times calls for someone you can really rely on? That person would be me.

Stupidly I believed that we were something. Naive. I endured quarrel after quarrel. Her complain? She needs her space. Yet I remained patient. Slowly I started to feel that I was lonely. I needed to feel close to somebody. I gave her everything I had to offer. That was never enough.

I was a doll for a little kid. She would play with me until she gets bored before she moves on to other figurines. Yet she still wants me, the doll, and still be able to keep the rest. I guess I saw that coming. But why didn't I just end it? Fear. Uncertainty. Pain. I had enough of these and I didn't want to feel them anymore. I wanted to hold on as long as I could.

The girl I fell in love with was beautiful. She was worth it. But things changed, she changed. For the worse. Lived shallow. Waste her life. The irony? She told me time and again. "I feel that my youth is wasted."

It came to a point where we just couldn't lie to ourselves anymore. It ended. I felt sadness. Strangely not because I lost her. Instead I realized that I have been alone all awhile. All this time I lie to myself that she loved me. I choose not to see the other side. Choose to live shallow. With all of my emotions bottled up, the stick that broke the camels back opened it up for me and hell broke loose.

I'm now hanging out with my friends and I find that they too are in a similar boat as me. Just recently I met somebody in the group. We all are insecure. Afraid to love again and screwed in every way you can think of. It kills me to see them because I care. I feel for their pain and suffering. Most of the time, it isn't really their fault. That's when I noticed. I wasn't really any different from them.

That's just life. Life changes and so do people. The only problem is, it has always been really unfair, punishing and unforgiving for us. But it isn't all that bad. We appreciate the small things in life. Just like how you would appreciate finding lose change on the floor, happy thinking "yes! my luck is finally going to turn." even if it's just for a moment. You feel happy. You feel invincible. Just before you realize. 50 cents is nothing compared to the rich kid with that hot girlfriend of his and a secret garden full of money trees. Funny thing is, he has never been happy. Now that 50 cents is worth more than just 50 cents.

I'm gifted, or cursed, with powers to heal. Emotionally. To provide security. I wanna comfort my friends and family. As much as I can. Even if it means me getting hurt. I am a nurse. I provide comfort and security. Ironic isn't it? That the healer is the person that needs the most healing?

So dear God,
Please please please hear me. I know I haven't been the best of your servants. Neither are my friends. But we all have suffered enough don't you think? We waste our lives because we gave up hope. Not because we want to be cool. We gave up hope of every being able to feel free. We gave up because every time we hope, we would just fall down. Hard.
We gave up on ever floating in your serenity and bathing in the warmth of your tranquility. This is the start of the year and my only wish I pray is to ease the suffering of my friends.
Especially someone close I know.
Open up the hearts of those that were casted into stone and let them beat again. Let their heart feel the warmth of healing as it flows throughout their soul and take away their fear of ever loving again. The fear of rejection. The fear of being alone.
Change them for the better. Make them believe that there is love for them and give them the love that they so long desire for. We all deserve love no matter how screwed up we are.
Please do this for them especially for her.
All we ever wanted was to love and be loved unconditionally.

-Zee

"What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels."
St. Aurelius Augustine