~ i am made of blue sky and hard rock and i will live this way forever ~

love her :3
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I had a way then losing it all on my own
I had a heart then but the queen has been overthrown
And I'm not sleeping now, the dark is too hard to beat
And I'm not keeping now, the strength I need to push me
 
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
 
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
Home
 
Noises, I play within my head
Touch my own skin and hope that I'm still breathing
And I think back to when my brother and my sister slept
In an unlocked place the only time I feel safe
 
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
 
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
Home
 
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights, lights, lights
(Home, home)
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights
 
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
And so I tell myself that I'll be strong
And dreaming when they're gone
 
'Cause they're calling, calling, calling me home
Calling, calling, calling home
You show the lights that stop me turn to stone
You shine it when I'm alone
Home
 
(Home, home )
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights, lights, lights
(Home, home)
Lights, lights, lights, lights
Lights, lights, lights, lights

favorite song ever!
~little monster for live~
so i'm gonna be on and making sets for quite a while. why? well, this chika has mono and it's not going away by monday.
 
Love from Chicago,
Meg

hey everyone! here's a little descriptive essay I had to do for English! Hope you like it!
Love from Chicago,
Meg
 
As we trade in our opinions for deep thoughts, the seasons change without being noticed. Sure fashion changes, but what about the vision? In the fall, we believe designers think of neutrals. One can just imagine it- the browns, tabs, olives, pales, beiges. But what about the other colors? What about natural beauty? And at last, the first orange leaf falls from the trees of Manhattan. As a photographer, I live for the perfect picture. Whether it is Central Park in the Fall, or Times Square on New Year's, I always see the positive outlook on life. When I look down at this leaf on the cold, wet pavement it starts reminding me of myself. There are numerous features of this leaf describing who I am. Four of them describe the part of me you don't see.  At times I feel uneven, like vibrant orange or deep green- a piece of me is missing. 
 
As I look down at this beautiful, abandoned leaf, I notice how vibrant the shade of orange is. When I see this gorgeous orange, constant passion comes to mind. Although one does not see it, my passion burns hotter than the sun. When most would just quit, I fight on. When my family does not support my big city dreams, I fight on. Another emotion I feel when looking at the orange is escape. To free fall from a tree is like escaping one's home and creating a new one. I am relatable because I want to escape. I need to be surrounded by architecture, vibrant colors, and wonderful music; not corn and tractors. Although the magnificent orange makes up most of the leaf's capacity, what about the deep green?
 
I have decided to hold onto the leaf. As I start walking, I notice the deep green in my palm. I capture a sense of a restful mood. Just like the shade of green, I start to feel the way I do when I photograph, joy. Looking at this green, I feel new coming. This new coming is the way I want to feel when I take my first steps as a New York college student. Green is the shade in which I stay calm. 
 
While most try to stay normal, I prefer to be unique. When I was looking deeper into my leaf, the edges appeared to be irregular and jagged. Now, imagine a piece of artwork. That too has imperfections. When I remanise on myself, I see imperfections. Just like an artwork, even the greatest imperfections can create something beautiful. I may not look like a model, but I can see the beauty in others. I am unique, and that is why I am beautiful. 
 
These holes represent something missing. When I look at this leaf, I see myself. I too am missing something, my heart. I could have all the passion in the world, but I cannot use it if I am not where I want to be. Just like this leaf, I am missing something. When I say that I am homesick, I am not referring to my home in Gilberts. I am referring to my home in New York.
 
I look down onto my leaf. It may miss its home, but it too is looking to make its way. At times, I feel uneven, like vibrant orange or deep green- a part of me is missing. While I was walking with this wonderful leaf, the hues of other leaves caught my eye. I came to realize, why not let myself go and let my talents and passion lead the way for me? And with that, I let myself go, and took a picture. Manhattan was in the background.

what time is it?! almost t-shirt friday time!
 
i'm excited c:
 
i'll leave you be now

I'm starting to get excited c:
 
School was alright.
If I didn't have art and orchestra, that would've been a false statement.
 
So I have a question for whoever is reading this.
 
What do you do if you've had a headache for a few days in a row?
 
I never get them, but I've had them ever since school started. No, I haven't taken medicine. They're not that bad though.
 
Any ideas?
 
Love from Chicago,
Meg

so this song has absolutely nothing with today.
 
the hair wasn't quite as wavy, more "edges"
 
we already have a descriptive essay due next wednesday. we have to describe ourselves as a leaf. I'm going to express my leafself going trough a journey. you can only guess where I'm going. {if you don't follow me or know me that well, look at a few of my sets}
 
it's 5 and i'm ready for bed. haha
 
well, plan on shot messages in my sets.
 
Love from Chicago,
Meg
 
BTW: Essay will be on here by Wednesday night c:

Day 1: D+
 
Had a dream about New York this morning <3
 
1095 days until I live there <3
 
Nothing much more to say. It's late anyway. I'll fill you in tomorrow.
 
Love from Chicago,
Meg

making a set for a friend
@ycanedo

Passion: when you put more energy into something than is required to do it.
 
Dreaming: The mental processing, discarding and storing of all one's subconcious thoughts throughout the day.
 
Wishful Thinking: the formation of beliefs and making decisions according to what might be pleasing to imagine instead of by appealing to evidence, rationality or reality.
 
Reality: something that exists independently of ideas concerning it
 
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If I could describe the feelings I'm having right now, I would. The only issue, I can't. My feelings are always the same, and at times, they make me want to cry.
 
When it comes to dreams, they are the reason I love to sleep. While awake, my dreams make me cry while listening to music {such as the song I have provided in this set}. While sleeping, they are the most beautiful concept I will ever witness. There are three emotions that can come of a dream: sorrow, happiness, and that joy that cannot be expressed.
 
A sorrowful dream for me was about when my father died. Even after he died, he was still there, helping. When I realized that he was passed, he was standing in front of the door, light shining trough. I woke up and cried for an hour.
 
A dream off happiness came at the most unexpected time. Earlier in the dream, I was possessed and everyone was trying to kill me. After, I was cleansed in the pond in Monet's "Water Lilies". As I fell into the never ending water, the peacefulness brought happiness into my soul.
 
Those dreams that cut into your passion. For me, its any dream of New York. In one, I was walking with my god mother. The bridge seemed to last forever, but we got over. In the end, we ended up in New York.
 
So you see, I don't have this crazy, insane mind for nothing. Some of us teenagers don't sleep to be lazy, but rather, sleep to feel some emotion.

It's getting to me now. The way you always give your attention to me, then turn away when I try to give it back. You say that you love me, do you even know my middle name? You've hurt me before, and don't even know why. Are you kidding? I have to tell you for the thousandth time? Oh. Excuse me for the understatement. I've loved you for three years... at least, I thought I did. You say that you'll break up with her for me? How come I don't see it? "You pour soul," I want to say to her. How bad I feel for her. When really, I should feel bad for myself. To see you with the first, and then the second, and the third. Those damn butterflies. Why to they get me every time? They are the reason I come back to you. The reason why I say, "I love you too..."
 
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I wish I could believe you then I'll be alright
But now everything you told me really don't apply
To the way I feel inside
Loving you was easy once upon a time
But now my suspicions of you have multiplied
And it's all because you lied
 
[Chorus:]
I only give you a hard time
'Cause I can't go on and pretend like
I haven't tried to forget this
But I'm much too full of resentment
 
Just can't seem to get over the way you hurt me
Don't know how you gave another who didn't mean a thing, no
The very thing you gave to me
I thought I could forgive you and I know you've changed
As much as I wanna trust you I know it ain't the same
And it's all because you lied
 
[Chorus:]
I only give you a hard time
'Cause I can't go on and pretend like
I haven't tried to forget this
But I'm much too full of resentment
 
I may never understand why
I'm doing the best that I can and I
I tried and I tried to forget this
I'm much too full of resentment
 
I'll always remember feeling like I was no good
Like I couldn't do it for you like your mistress could
And it's all because you lied
 
[Bridge:]
Loved you more than ever
More than my own life
The best part of me I gave you
It was sacrificed
And it's all because you lied
 
[Chorus:]
I only give you a hard time
'Cause I can't go on and pretend like
I tried and I tried to forget this
But I'm too damn full of resentment
 
I know she was attractive but I was here first
Been ridin' with you for six years why did I deserve
To be treated this way by you, you
I know your probably thinking what's up with Bee
I been crying for too long what did you do to me
I used to be so strong but now you took my soul
I'm crying can't stop crying can't stop crying
You couldn't told me that you wasn't happy
I know you didn't wanna hurt me
But look what you've done-done to me now
I gotta look at her in her eyes and see she's had half of me
How could you lie