Writing and music are what keep me going. My friends have a big role in that too. Somewhere in there.
Music
The Academy Is...
Alexisonfire
The All-American Rejects
All That Remains
All Time Low
As Blood Runs Black
As I Lay Dying
Atreyu
Avenged Sevenfold
Band of Horses Ben Folds
Blink 182
Boys Like Girls Bullet For My Valentine
Cauterize
Chiodos
Circa Survive Coheed & Cambria Coldplay
Dead Poetic Death Cab For Cutie
Dragonforce
Eyes Set to Kill
The Faint
Flobots
Flogging Molly Foo Fighters
Forever the Sickest Kids The Fray From First to Last
Green Day
Guns N' Roses
Head Automatica
Hot Hot Heat
Ice Nine Kills
Incubus
Interpol Jack's Mannequin Jimmy Eat World The Killers Killswitch Engage
Linkin Park
Machinae Supremacy
Mika Bomb Modest Mouse
Muse
The Offspring
P!nk
Papa Roach Paramore The Postal Service Queen
Relient K Rise Against
Saosin
Secondhand Serenade
Senses Fail
Skillet Snow Patrol
Something Corporate
Sugarcult Taking Back Sunday
Thursday underOATH
The Used Vampire Weekend
Weezer
Yellowcard 3OH!3
Movies
The Brothers Grimm
The Lord of the Rings Trilogy
Harry Potter
Airplane Ace Ventura
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory Forrest Gump
Fun With Dick and Jane
Jurassic Park King Kong
A Knight's Tale
Shaun of the Dead
Star Wars P.S. I Love You Elizabethtown Defiance Wanted Moulin Rouge
Television
Spongebob; The Office; not that I watch a lot of tee-vee anymore.
Books
A Song of Ice and Fire Harry Potter
Septimus Heap The Bartimaeus Trilogy
The Religion
Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell The Sword of Truth The Perks of Being a Wallflower The Catcher in the Rye Of Mice and Men
Agincourt The Kite runner Twilight
And anything that has meaning for me; anything that I can relate to.
Heroes
Richard Peck-- Thanks for the memories.
R.I.P., brother.
1982-2001
I love you.
Richard Rahl and Kahlan Amnell, for proving that everyone has a right to live their lives how they want to live them, for fighting for that cause, for standing up for what is right.
Toni Siletto, for always being there for me. For being my light in the dark, my voice when I couldn't speak, my star at night, and my beacon of hope when all else seemed lost.
You are irreplaceable; I'd be lost without you. There aren't words to express my gratitude.
Thank you.
I've heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord.
But you don't really care for music, do you?
It goes like this:
The fourth, the fifth,
The minor fall, the major lift,
The baffled King composing, Hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
Your faith was strong but you need proof:
You saw her bathing on the roof.
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you.
She tied you to a kitchen chair,
She broke your throne,
She cut your hair,
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
Maybe I have been here before,
I know this room,
I've walked this floor.
I used to live alone before I knew you.
I've seen your flag on the marble arch,
Love is not a victory march,
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
There was a time you let me know
What's real and going on below.
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you,
The holy dark was moving too,
And every breath we drew was hallelujah.
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah.
And maybe there's a God above,
And all I ever learned from Love,
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you.
And it's not a cry you can hear at night,
It's not somebody who's seen the light,
It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
If it really floats your boat, you may call me Anthony.
I was born in the morning of December 16th, 1992.
I'm seventeen.
Junior at CHHS.
A Mormon.
I love more than almost anything to put smiles on peoples' faces.
In fact, I'd go to great lengths to achieve that.
I love helping others; it puts a smile on MY face.
I'd do almost anything for almost anyone.
I have some of the greatest friends in the world.
I used to think I deserved none of the good in this world.
Those friends slapped me upside the head and let me see the truth:
That I deserve much more than I thought, that I deserve to be happy.
Sometimes, I may still doubt myself, and I may think I deserve nothing again.
But that's okay, because my friends will always be there, and they know the truth.
Those same friends made me realize that I am a somebody. That my life holds significance.
They pulled me out of the darkest shadows I've ever lapsed into, and they showed me that we all have our own chiaroscuro.
And again, while I may doubt myself and my validity in this life, it truly doesn't matter, because my friends are there. And they know I matter.
I'm a little too trusting, a little too forgiving.
People do take advantage of that; please don't be one of those people.
I'm a gentle giant, and I'd always rather talk before throwing punches.
I could be one of the most amazing people you'll ever meet.
I could be one of the best friends you will ever have the pleasure of knowing.
Contrarily, you may despise me, you may loathe me, but you know what?
I'm fine with that. We're all entitled to our opinions, after all.
Get to know me, though, and who's to say we couldn't be friends?
You could make me your worst enemy, try your hardest to smother me under the blanket of hate.
The sad part is, I wouldn't fight back. I'd let you hate me.
And while I promise you I could be one of the most amazing people you'd ever know, I can also promise you this:
Making enemies with me would be one of the dumbest things you could ever do.
AIM = a sad walrus
Let's talk it up. I'd love to get to know you.
"In ancient Araby they said that once upon a time all roses where white. One evening, beneath a waning moon, a nightingale alighted by such a rose - a tall, white rose - and when he saw her he fell at once in love. Now until that time, no nightingale had ever been heard to sing. They passed their lives in silence, from one end to the other, but so brave was this nightingale's love - for this exquisite white rose - that a song of wondrous beauty burst from his throat and he threw his wings about her in a passionate embrace.
The nightingale clasped the rose to his breast, but with such wild passion that the thorns pierced his heart, and he died with his wings wrapped around her.
The nightingale's blood stained the rose's white petals. And that is why, ever since, certain roses bloom red."
The Religion, Mattias Tannhauser; written by Tim Willocks.
yeah, ive definetely been there! its sooo much fun! i was like looking and was like that looks so familiar! haha. angels landing is sooo cool at the top! haha :)
I knoooow D: I can't even remember the last time we had a decent conversation. Not good!
Well, I hope it's been mainly up with just a little down. The other way round is never all that great.
I've been okay. Wishing I'd gone to college this year, at least I know I'm ready to go next year though :) Otherwise, I've just been working and spending time getting back into photography. Keen for thanksgiving! Whoooo.
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