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hey sommer. hows life been. haven't talked with you in a while. hope you're ok.

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hey sommer. hows life been. haven't talked with you in a while. hope you're ok.

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its been a year- i miss you

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SHE'S MY BABY GIRL

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To the person who broke my heart ( you know who you are) 

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To the person who broke my heart ( you know who you are) 

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if my heart has not been broken so many times i would still be here  but i'm slowly  letting go if you "loved me " then why did  you leave me?  too late to tell me that "you love me". because now you have to put me six feet under i wish you  could have saved me. because  i love you with everything i got  and i'm sorry i had to leave you. i hope you know i'm watching over you and that i will always love you.

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One of my favorite poems

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Just knowing you  this how you make me feel

Amore  this is how I feel about our love our first love it was a lovely flirtatious

And a  fabulous first love.

Me without you is like a leafless fall and when I look at you and you hold me in your arms this is how you make me feel when you hold me close. As soon you leave me this is what i feel separation  can be the death of a loving relationship

Everytime i think about you  here, what comes to my mind and when I miss you so much. Looking back one thing comes clean-glass clear  you were always there  for me subduing the every fears I have

You make my heart Skipped a beat  and this when i smile when you hold me close to you this is what  i want to say to you,  love is like a beautiful  flower which i may not touch, but whose fragrance make the garden a  place of dwight just the same

So here is the truth about how I feel about you.  I gave you my heart you had my heart from the  start

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im finally letting go ive been giving up for months and today is when I gave up completely thank you for taking time to care about a mistake like me, it would be better if i never existed because all i seem to do is upset people or hurt them, I have put this off for to long and today is the right day, i hope we get to see each other again someday in a better place goodbye for good

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My favorite poem of all time: The Cremation of Sam Mcgee

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My favorite poem of all time: The Cremation of Sam Mcgee

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There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

I cremated Sam McGee.

Now Sam McGee was from Tennessee, where the cotton blooms and blows.

Why he left his home in the South to roam 'round the Pole, God only knows.

He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;

Though he'd often say in his homely way that "he'd sooner live in hell."

On a Christmas Day we were mushing our way over the Dawson trail.

Talk of your cold! through the parka's fold it stabbed like a driven nail.

If our eyes we'd close, then the lashes froze till sometimes we couldn't see;

It wasn't much fun, but the only one to whimper was Sam McGee.

And that very night, as we lay packed tight in our robes beneath the snow,

And the dogs were fed, and the stars o'erhead were dancing heel and toe,

He turned to me, and "Cap," says he, "I'll cash in this trip, I guess;

And if I do, I'm asking that you won't refuse my last request."

Well, he seemed so low that I couldn't say no; then he says with a sort of moan:

"It's the cursèd cold, and it's got right hold till I'm chilled clean through to the bone.

Yet 'tain't being dead—it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;

So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."

A pal's last need is a thing to heed, so I swore I would not fail;

And we started on at the streak of dawn; but God! he looked ghastly pale.

He crouched on the sleigh, and he raved all day of his home in Tennessee;

And before nightfall a corpse was all that was left of Sam McGee.

There wasn't a breath in that land of death, and I hurried, horror-driven,

With a corpse half hid that I couldn't get rid, because of a promise given;

It was lashed to the sleigh, and it seemed to say: "You may tax your brawn and brains,

But you promised true, and it's up to you to cremate those last remains."

Now a promise made is a debt unpaid, and the trail has its own stern code.

In the days to come, though my lips were dumb, in my heart how I cursed that load.

In the long, long night, by the lone firelight, while the huskies, round in a ring,

Howled out their woes to the homeless snows— O God! how I loathed the thing.

And every day that quiet clay seemed to heavy and heavier grow;

And on I went, though the dogs were spent and the grub was getting low;

The trail was bad, and I felt half mad, but I swore I would not give in;

And I'd often sing to the hateful thing, and it hearkened with a grin.

Till I came to the marge of Lake Lebarge, and a derelict there lay;

It was jammed in the ice, but I saw in a trice it was called the "Alice May."

And I looked at it, and I thought a bit, and I looked at my frozen chum;

Then "Here," said I, with a sudden cry, "is my cre-ma-tor-eum."

Some planks I tore from the cabin floor, and I lit the boiler fire;

Some coal I found that was lying around, and I heaped the fuel higher;

The flames just soared, and the furnace roared—such a blaze you seldom see;

And I burrowed a hole in the glowing coal, and I stuffed in Sam McGee.

Then I made a hike, for I didn't like to hear him sizzle so;

And the heavens scowled, and the huskies howled, and the wind began to blow.

It was icy cold, but the hot sweat rolled down my cheeks, and I don't know why;

And the greasy smoke in an inky cloak went streaking down the sky.

I do not know how long in the snow I wrestled with grisly fear;

But the stars came out and they danced about ere again I ventured near;

I was sick with dread, but I bravely said: "I'll just take a peep inside.

I guess he's cooked, and it's time I looked"; ... then the door I opened wide.

And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm, in the heart of the furnace roar;

And he wore a smile you could see a mile, and he said: "Please close that door.

It's fine in here, but I greatly fear you'll let in the cold and storm—

Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee, it's the first time I've been warm."

There are strange things done in the midnight sun

By the men who moil for gold;

The Arctic trails have their secret tales

That would make your blood run cold;

The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,

But the queerest they ever did see

Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge

I cremated Sam McGee.

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I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE I'M SO TRIED OF HIM  TAKING EVERY ONE. FROM ME GOD WHY DON'T YOU TAKE ME INSTEAD OF HUH I ALL DO IS BEG YOU PLEASE STOP TAKING EVERYONE I LOVE I CAN'T TAKE A ANOTHER HEART BREAK SO PLEASE TAKE ME INSTEAD PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE I JUST WISH I COULD SEE MY MOTHER AGAIN  WHY DID YOU HAVE TO TAKE HER SO SOON WHEN I FINALLY GOT HER BACK? WHY DO YOU HAVE TO PUT ME THOUGH THIS PAIN? I DON'T UNDERSTAND IF YOU LOVE ME WHY DO YOU WANT TO CAUSE ME PAIN? YOU TOOK EVERY THING FROM ME!!!

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Hi my name’s Nathaniel!
I’m Autistic, yes that’s true!
What? But you don’t look it.
I never would. Have you?

Autism isn’t something
That is wrong or bad
And the stigmas that surround it
Make me Hella mad

Rain Man, Sheldon Cooper
We’re more than a cliché
It means our brains are different
In a super cool way

We’re smart and we’re creative
We’re talented and strong
And if you cannot accept us
Then you’re in the wrong

Mozart, Einstein, Darwin
They were one of us.
Autistic People paved the way
Ya’ll ain’t ready to discuss

Change the way you think of us
This much I will stress
It’s time that we show the world
That we’re Different, Not Less!

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I have Autism, you can clearly see.

That means I do things differently.

Yes, I may have special needs,

But that’s not bad, because it really helps me!

I have Autism, if you didn’t know.

And sometimes it makes me kind of slow.

It makes it hard for me to speak.

But that is okay, for it makes me unique!

I have Autism, and that is okay.

I do my things in my own, Autistic way.

I’m proud of having Autism, and I gladly say:

I am Autistic, and that is okay!

So please show your support this Autism Awareness Day.

All Autistics are different, and that is okay!

All people are different and so you see,

But I am Autistic, and Autism is me!

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if my heart has not been broken so many times i would still be here but i'm slowly letting go if you "loved me " then why did you leave me? too late to tell me that "you love me". because now you have to put me six feet under i wish you could have saved me. because i love you with everything i got and i'm sorry i had to leave you. i hope you know i'm watching over you and that i will always love you.