Ralph.

Hi, my name is disgusted with myself right now.
How may I help you?

Beach Baby.

I love early mornings.
I love hearing the cars drive by on the Freeway on their way to work.
I love hearing the birds chirp.
I love the smell of coffee brewing.
I love my silk robe and walking around the house in it.
I love how this is the one and only time my house is quiet.
I love the quiet.
I love when my dog snores.
I love the hardwood floor underneath me.
I love how my ass of a cat let me hold her.
I love honey nut cheerios.
I love figuring out what I want.
I love how clear I think in the morning.
I love the song Beach Baby by Bon Iver in the morning.
I love just laying here.
I love showering before everyone else is up.
I love opening my curtains to let the sun in.
I love good morning hugs.
& most of all, I love when I'm actually awake early in the morning.
I hate sleeping.

BR34TH3.

We've all got something to learn.
Some learn it faster than other's.
Doesn't make the others less smart;
Just going at their own pace.

Three weeks til summer.
I can do this.

I wanna fall so in love that I can't breathe.

That's what you get- Paramore. The music video to that is the feel I want to put into some of my movies as I get older. The lighting/setting/angles. Check it out.

Dear Mama;

You are honestly the most beautiful person in this World I have ever come to know and love. To think that only fifteen n' a half years ago, I was growing inside of you. I was becoming who I am now. My genetic code was already made; I was made to have freckles like you, blue eyes like you, your sarcasm. The person I am now was semi set in stone. You just had to wait for me to come out and show you who I am. You raised me the best way imaginable, and taught me how to love. You still write notes on my napkins for lunch, you tell me I'm special when I feel like I'm the farthest from it. I don't understand how you managed to raise me so well. But, like you've said, I won't understand how much a parent loves their child until I'm a parent myself. I know I can say it's as much as a child loves their parent, though. You're the type of mom who does everything humanly possible to keep her children safe and happy. That's why I refer to you as my Mama Bear. You protect four children, work, you're an amazing wife, you clean after the younger three when they leave their dishes out. You remind us everyday that you love us more than the World could ever comprehend. Hell, you're so great of a mom that you're a second mom to half of my friends. Everybody tells me how great of a mom I have, and they couldn't be more right. I wouldn't trade you for a Klondike Bar, or anything else. I can't imagine my life without you, because it's not possible. I don't tell you enough how much I love you and how thankful I am for you. Really, mom. You're beautiful, even without your makeup, and your hair pulled back into a ponytail. That's when I think you look prettiest. When I look over at you in the car, that's what I'm thinking. I'm sorry I don't tell you how much I appreciate you as much as I think it. Thank you for dancing in the car; Even if I hide my face from everyone in the surrounding cars. Thank you for being so protective over me when I want to go to stupid parties; Even if I get upset at first. Thank you for listening to me talk about my future plans; Even when it hurts to think I'm moving out after another two years. Thank you for playing RockBand; Even if I say that you're a nerd for it. Thank you for giving me the best advice anyone could ever give me on every hurdle that life throws at me. Thank you for letting me cry into your shoulder so many times, and for holding my hand when I'm at my lowest. I wish I could explain to you in words how much you mean to me and how big of an impact you have made on my life, but there are no words suitable enough. All I can do is show to you throughout the rest of my life with actions how much I love you. & it probably still won't be enough. You're my best friend, Lorrie Anne. Going on sixteen years. <3

Constellations.

Jack Johnson + A smiling friend + smiles in general.
I'm just happy.

Mm, I know what I want. & I want it bad.
It's a good thing Mama taught me to never quit on what I want.

Straight up G.

People call us renegades because we like living crazy.
I love my friends.

Garret:
It comes natural.
Almost casual, Triple G MC is known at the level of national.
Keilly:
Now that was cute, without any error.
Do you practice that infront of the mirror?
Garret:
Mirror? Ha, hardly my dear.
My rhyming excellence is something to fear.
Keilly:
Ha, FEAR. That words not in my vocab, you better watch yourself, or else you'll get stabbed.
Garret:
You think you're a tough kid, you think you're all hot? Well step up to me, and you'll surely get shot.
Keilly:
Look, I know we're thuggin' it out. But, I don't wanna fight. Can we just hug it out?
[I meant thuggin' about.]
Garret:
Look at you, rhyming the same words. You may be cute, but your rhymes are absurd.
Oh, baha.
Keilly:
HAHA, sucker what. You need to listen more, 'cause I corrected myself. You better be nice to the World, and put your rapping career on the shelf.
Garret:
Put it on the shelf? HA! You must be insane. I ain't plannin' on stoppin', i'ma do this forevuh mayne evuh mayne evuh mayne.. ;D
Keilly:
I can't lie, that was tight. I'ma let you win for tonight. But, only 'cause I love you, oh you know it's true. Triple G MC is the shit, you deserve a round of applause. I'm pretty hungry now, for some damn Apple Sauce.
;D

!@#$%^

As you're talking, I'm not focusing on your words.
Only on what you must be thinking the whole time you're saying them.