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I wasted every wish I’d ever gotten
on you.
oh you. you. Just you.
but you’ll never know will you?
what you do to me.
nononononononono.
its just my secret.
to keep it
and wrap it up into a tiny ball and
eat it.
January 27th, 2010
December 16th, 2009
Heifa. Is. Amazing.;) Saw them in concert last Saturday with my bestie Shawna. And i WOULD post some happy pictures....had i not forgotten to bring my camera. (i was pissed)
but...yeah. they pretty much rock. ^.^ And i snagged a set list, and asked the lead singer to sign it. They're a local band...but i don't care. They're totally famous and autograph worthy to me. haha.
But they played Hey ya...Ukelale style. Automatic awesome.
I had one of the best nights of my life...so...Thanks Heifa. I know that was supposedly your last concert...but...that's what you said last time. ;)
Peace guys.
Have a happy cruelty free holiday.
~Jade
but...yeah. they pretty much rock. ^.^ And i snagged a set list, and asked the lead singer to sign it. They're a local band...but i don't care. They're totally famous and autograph worthy to me. haha.
But they played Hey ya...Ukelale style. Automatic awesome.
I had one of the best nights of my life...so...Thanks Heifa. I know that was supposedly your last concert...but...that's what you said last time. ;)
Peace guys.
Have a happy cruelty free holiday.
~Jade
busyDecember 12th, 2009
Been feeling a little miserable, kinda lost, and alot crazy.
lately.
Images flash. Across my eyes. The perfect picture, of the dead and dying. Sweet flickers of whispers. Un-heard wishes. Forgotten stories. undeserved misery.
The pictures...they tell me things. Soundlessly, they recount detailed descriptions, of horrifying unjust. I can't make them stop.
They haunt me....
have always haunted me.
Just now, a little bit more
than before.
And i know it means something. It means....I'm supposed to stop it. I'm supposed to do something greater...than what i am now.
I'm meant to do something, anything
about it.
I can't just tell them to shut up.
I can't...
because they never said a word to begin with.
And i can't just make it go away..
believe me. I've tried. And i can't just ignore it...
Can't ignore the soundless cries of the innocent.
Because in all truthfulness...Could you?
But sadly...Thousands apon thousands of people do...do this.
Completely block out what they don't want to see.
The images that relentlessly haunt me.
The images...
of the broken.
The beaten.
The mistreated,
the eaten.
The unheard cry of animals.
If slaughterhouses had glass walls,
everyone in the world would be vegetarian.
meat.org
These are the ghosts
who cry for justice
inside my eyelids
the very souls
that haunt me with their misery
the sweetest beings,
whose only desire...
is.
to.
be.
heard.
So i listen.
and I act.
These are my words.
I leave you with a website, a please, and a thankyou.
because
my ghosts,
my angels,
my whispers,
my miserable.
really.
truely.
need you.
lately.
Images flash. Across my eyes. The perfect picture, of the dead and dying. Sweet flickers of whispers. Un-heard wishes. Forgotten stories. undeserved misery.
The pictures...they tell me things. Soundlessly, they recount detailed descriptions, of horrifying unjust. I can't make them stop.
They haunt me....
have always haunted me.
Just now, a little bit more
than before.
And i know it means something. It means....I'm supposed to stop it. I'm supposed to do something greater...than what i am now.
I'm meant to do something, anything
about it.
I can't just tell them to shut up.
I can't...
because they never said a word to begin with.
And i can't just make it go away..
believe me. I've tried. And i can't just ignore it...
Can't ignore the soundless cries of the innocent.
Because in all truthfulness...Could you?
But sadly...Thousands apon thousands of people do...do this.
Completely block out what they don't want to see.
The images that relentlessly haunt me.
The images...
of the broken.
The beaten.
The mistreated,
the eaten.
The unheard cry of animals.
If slaughterhouses had glass walls,
everyone in the world would be vegetarian.
meat.org
These are the ghosts
who cry for justice
inside my eyelids
the very souls
that haunt me with their misery
the sweetest beings,
whose only desire...
is.
to.
be.
heard.
So i listen.
and I act.
These are my words.
I leave you with a website, a please, and a thankyou.
because
my ghosts,
my angels,
my whispers,
my miserable.
really.
truely.
need you.
December 7th, 2009
Check this out friends. Most of this music was introduced to me by some wonderful people…so i decided I’d pass on the magic. and hopefully this will help get you through another Monday, yeah? Yeah. Peace, Love.
1. Little Secrets – Passion Pit
2. Right On Right Now – Powerspace
3. Autumn – Sparks The Rescue
4. Kill The Director – The Wombats
5. So Says I – The Shins
6. Dragon Queen – Yeah Yeah Yeahs
7. Walking On A Wire – My Favorite Highway
8. Swimming To Galopacos – Surrounded
9. Do Better – Say Anything
10. Around The World – Daft Punk
11. Underground – Das Pop
December 1st, 2009
I didn’t see you all day. Which sucks, cause your the only reason i went in the first place.
November 30th, 2009
We fell in love with the windows rolled down.
chasing the sunset through another half empty town.
“I should have asked you to kiss me.”
November 24th, 2009
I’ve been partying lately.
Like the bad news i am.
heres some pics.
because really? i have nothing other to post right now.
My posse with Pete Wentz.
November 19th, 2009
I wonder when the sun will come out again,
be my friend,
and douse us in flames.
be my friend,
and douse us in flames.
November 16th, 2009
theworldgetssoheavyallthetimes...
thatsometimes
ihavetoletafewthingsdrop
I skipped out on school today.
let a few things slip through my fingers today
and slept in 'till dark
It's hard to manage
to keep
all these things in order
when
so many are lost
to carlessnes
and i just
can't help it.
ican'tstopcrying
for those who are lost...
for good.
thatsometimes
ihavetoletafewthingsdrop
I skipped out on school today.
let a few things slip through my fingers today
and slept in 'till dark
It's hard to manage
to keep
all these things in order
when
so many are lost
to carlessnes
and i just
can't help it.
ican'tstopcrying
for those who are lost...
for good.
September 17th, 2009
Title: City of Fools
Author: Me ( dare_to_disco )
POV: Billvy Beckett
Summary: Inspired by a song.
Author: Me ( dare_to_disco )
POV: Billvy Beckett
Summary: Inspired by a song.
( Arrogant boy, love yourself so no one has to )
artisticSeptember 14th, 2009
You say your sorry....
but really. It's allright. You never let me down anymore.
Cause really....There was nothing left to let down in the first place.
but really. It's allright. You never let me down anymore.
Cause really....There was nothing left to let down in the first place.
September 13th, 2009
For my favorite goodbye: Your missed, missed, missed.
Call me. Sometime.
Or better...
Manytimes.
Wecouldtalkforhours.
And never....
ever.
hang up.
So stop that clock,
those ticks,
those tocks.
And pick up the phone already.
Call me. Sometime.
Or better...
Manytimes.
Wecouldtalkforhours.
And never....
ever.
hang up.
So stop that clock,
those ticks,
those tocks.
And pick up the phone already.
July 31st, 2009
Sleepless, heartless, and cold.
She shivers.
"Whos this?" "Why, thats me."
Always, always.
This.
Is.
Only.
The.
Beginning.
She shivers.
"Whos this?" "Why, thats me."
Always, always.
This.
Is.
Only.
The.
Beginning.
coldJuly 16th, 2009
Title: Every Light Has A Shadow
POV: Ryan, though present, and his memories.
Rating:: PG-13 for death scenes, a tiny bit of violence, and small amounts of blood
Author: Me. but the first page was co-written with the amazing longerthanwedo
Disclaimer: I don't own, Ryan..Or Brendon. But the title, plot, and idea are wholly mine. Apart from some brainstorming with my dear friend Shawna (see above username) this whole thing is mine. Just you know...Not the boys. XD
Author's Notes: I posted this here on my journal because of several requests. Mind, you...This is a work in progress. I have the rest of the plot entirely worked out in my head...It will just take a little while to get on paper. I have let a select few read this story so far, and have received excellent feedback from all of them. So please don't kill my happy. And also, I'd make my day if you commented. XD I love this story. It's my baby, my time, my tears, my life. It is everything. So be nice. This is for you.
Summary: Ryan is a vampire, abandoned since childhoood, forced to live a life of solitude and secrecy. He has nothing, nothing at all except for worthless material things, when he meets a delicious human boy by the name of Brendon. Brendon pretty much saves his life. And Ryan returns the favor. Mix that in with teenage vampire angst, snuggles, and a few near misses.
( Read more... )
Title: Every Light Has A Shadow
POV: Ryan, though present, and his memories.
Rating:: PG-13 for death scenes, a tiny bit of violence, and small amounts of blood
Author: Me. but the first page was co-written with the amazing longerthanwedo
Disclaimer: I don't own, Ryan..Or Brendon. But the title, plot, and idea are wholly mine. Apart from some brainstorming with my dear friend Shawna (see above username) this whole thing is mine. Just you know...Not the boys. XD
Author's Notes: I posted this here on my journal because of several requests. Mind, you...This is a work in progress. I have the rest of the plot entirely worked out in my head...It will just take a little while to get on paper. I have let a select few read this story so far, and have received excellent feedback from all of them. So please don't kill my happy. And also, I'd make my day if you commented. XD I love this story. It's my baby, my time, my tears, my life. It is everything. So be nice. This is for you.
Summary: Ryan is a vampire, abandoned since childhoood, forced to live a life of solitude and secrecy. He has nothing, nothing at all except for worthless material things, when he meets a delicious human boy by the name of Brendon. Brendon pretty much saves his life. And Ryan returns the favor. Mix that in with teenage vampire angst, snuggles, and a few near misses.
Sweat drips down my forehead, as I squint up at my best friend. He’s shaking my shoulders and yelling, but I can’t exactly understand why.
He’s alive.
I saved him.
So why is he so upset?
He should be happy.
I try to smile, but it hurts too much.
He starts to cry.
“Ryan….Stay with me Ryan! You’re okay! I’ll get you inside! You’re okay!”
He lifts me up by the shoulders, and takes me to where there’s dark.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Oh god Ryan…you’re dying.”
I know that I should be worried for myself, but I just can’t bring myself too.
I can’t worry, when Brendon is walking, talking, living. He’s alive.
( Read more... )
cheerfulJuly 15th, 2009
I've been feeling very......wordish lately. Like words just...come to me. I love it. Random sentences float around in my head, teasing me. Taunting me. Holding me. Wishing. Wishing to be written.
I should let them out.
But I don't. I keep them. They are mine, and I am theirs. I keep them until they are fully grown, and ready for the world. Full of promise, and hope and light and love.
Ready to brighten a day.
Or you know....darken it. Depending on my mood.
Words are the thing that keeps me whole. They hold me together while everything else falls apart. While the world crashes down around me. The only thing I can count on is paragraphs, phrases, sentences, letters...
The sounds of my heartbeat.
They are always steady, always there. Ready to catch me when I fall. I can always count on my notebook. Count on my words. Count on my heart.
And maybe this sounds crazy, maybe it doesn't. Maybe I'm loosing my mind. Maybe I'm finding it. Maybe I've had it all along, but no one ever knew. Never truly believed.
Believed that I have found the meaning of life in a notebook.
Found the reason for our existence in the fine print of a couple of scrawled out sentences.
Found our purpose in life is words.
Because truthfully? Deep down I believe that. Read that. Write that. Words are everything, Words are love.
And wasn't it said before to live for your love?
contemplativeJune 11th, 2009
SHAWNA DREW ME ALEX GASKARTH!!! I lofe lofe lofe it! It makes me happy as a happy thing from happy world! He's so pretty.....
*grins*
Don't you agree?
Oh...and if your wondering what he's wearing...its uh....a nurse costume. Yep. He's wearing a nurse costume. It's supposed to be Blink 182 reference. :-) Anyhoo....he's pretty, and Shawna rocks, and I'm happy.
♥
ecstaticJune 1st, 2009
Hey guys.
So look...I'm...GREEN! *smiles proudly*
How freaking cool is this layout? It makes me feel like I just ran threw a happy little sunshine meadow, or something...
So...I got a twitter. Like...an incredibly long time ago, but whatever. Here it is, in case you'd like to check it out.
Follow me, and I'll follow you, and we can walk in circles. :-) https://twitter.com/ThatGreenGent
Right now, I'm working on "soul child". He is quite the grown up now, weighing in at a whopping 9, 148 words. I'm quite proud. When I'm finished with the whole thing, I'll post it all in two parts. But that may be in a while so..yeah. It will be on Slash at the Disco, so keep your eyes peeled...
Well, I was just checking in.
Peace, Love, Panic,
Jade. <3
May 26th, 2009
ok. just a little fyi, here....
Ryan is a vampire, and he just got out in the sun. Beecause he saved Brendon's life. (That's the very dull gist of it...and really all you need to know so your not confused...)
comments help me learn. :-) and are quite appreciated. thanks. <3
Ryan is a vampire, and he just got out in the sun. Beecause he saved Brendon's life. (That's the very dull gist of it...and really all you need to know so your not confused...)
comments help me learn. :-) and are quite appreciated. thanks. <3
To Tears
Sweat drips down my forehead, as I squint up at my best friend. He’s shaking my shoulders and yelling, but I can’t exactly understand why.
He’s alive.
I saved him.
So why is he so upset?
He should be happy.
I try to smile, but it hurts too much.
He starts to cry.
“Ryan….Stay with me Ryan! You’re okay! I’ll get you inside! You’re okay!”
He lifts me up by the shoulders, and takes me to where there’s dark.
Surprisingly, it doesn’t make me feel any better.
“Oh god Ryan…you’re dying.”
I know that I should be worried for myself, but I just can’t bring myself too.
I can’t worry, when Brendon is walking, talking, living. He’s alive.
And well, I’m not.
I’ve never been alive, really. Just sort of half there. So if I have no life to loose, how can I be dying?
I try to shake my head at him, convince him that I really am fine, but the moment I move, I realize he just might be right.
Because this sure feels like dying.
( Gah, i'm so cruel.... )