what if.. What if all we are Is the combination Of all we have seen And all our hands have ever closed upon? We are the ticket stubs And lucky coins, the falling stars And the sound A voice makes As its song comes To a haunting close In a crowded hall. The weathered rocks In dark pockets and The torn fragments Of our favorite books. We are the pieces Of all we have ever found Glued right inside us Shining out.

Mean Girls YOU CAN'T SIT WITH US!! - Gretchen, Mean Girls. Am I the only one who thinks this at lunch sometimes?

Lolwut At the bonfire out in the sticks, country backwoods home grown hicks. At the bonfire, dance a little jig, put up your cup and take a little swig.

Horrible Poetry From words unspoken, Things were broken. Through tough times, My heart is on the line. -Anna Kate Rose-

Value. Value every breath because someone just took their last.