Forever and Always

When you love someone so much how far are you willing to go to give them what they want? Agreeing to kill your loved one I'm guessing was not what you had in mind. But can it really be called suicide when your the one who pulls the trigger, your the one who agrees to end their suffering and pain just so that they can no longer hurt anymore. Murder? Suicide? Or both?

Romeo and Juliet were able to do it, without one the other couldn't live, star crossed lovers until the very end, one took poison as the other plunged a dagger into her living soul. But dying comes in all shapes and sizes, and wanting to die is even more complicated then the cold hard facts.

She hurt so much, the depression that slowly overtook her body was like an ever creeping shadow looming over her, haunting and teasing her until all she could see was the one escape she could truly have, a path really, her mind had been made up a long time ago, she just needed to see through the masquerade that had been her life. Step by step she walked down this path, telling the boy she loved what she planned to do. Willing him into helping her, but could he really do this? Would he? Should he? Love is a strange concept at times, they say if you love someone then set them free and if they really love you they would come back. But how do you bring the dead back? He saw the hurt that was in her eyes, the uncertainty and the fear, but it was not the fear of dying that was haunting her. And even though she never told him why, never explained why she wanted to commit this act of tragedy, never told him the burning secret she had inside of her for all these years, he agreed to help her, he held her on that last night, telling her how much he loved her and that he would always love her, he thought he could save her, talk her out of the terrible mistake she was about to make, tears and anguish and anger pouring through his body, trying to make her understand how much she meant to him. Then there was a shot, and everything went blank.

If you were chosen to be one of the twelve to be witnesses and judges to such a trial where would your verdict fall? Guilty of murder? But is it really that? Can it really be called murder? So where do you go from here? And suddenly it hits you, it's been right in front of you this whole time, staring at you, waiting for you to look up and acknowledge its presence, an absolution that cuts through the web of lies the world has thrown at you.

Truth. The truth is what you perceive it to be. But it is the truth nonetheless.

Sex, drugs, and vampires?!?

New Moon is set to premiere next week, in celebration of this joyous occasion everyone should read THIS

Click, read, enjoy =)

No one mourns the Wicked

Ok, so new musical obsession. Who loves Wicked and can't stop listening to the soundtrack? *raises hand*

It's such a beautiful story of Elphaba and Galinda, their time at Shiz, and their trials and tribulations in Oz. Although it does contain some tragic elements, how Elphaba is just a misunderstood girl, with a pure heart and good intentions. Just listening to the soundtrack on my itunes on repeat does not do this musical justice, and a trip to NYC is definitely in the works to see this wonderful and absolutely amazing show.

And of course listening to Idina Menzel and Kristen Chenoweth sing is totally epic.

What's your story?

I was flipping through the channels on TV last night and I came across Obama's speech to Gay rights activists promising them he would end the "don't ask, don't tell policy" within the U.S. military. There was one particular part in his speech that stood out to me:

"That’s the story of America: of ordinary citizens organizing, agitating and advocating for change; of hope stronger than hate; of love more powerful than any insult or injury; of Americans fighting to build for themselves and their families a nation in which no one is a second-class citizen, in which no one is denied their basic rights, in which all of us are free to live and love as we see fit."

Throughout my many years in school, in history class and political science with Mrs. K it always stuck out to me how ironic it seemed that at the very beginning when those great men were sitting in Philadelphia on a hot summer day writing what is now the foundation of our government, advocating freedom and justice, wanting to break away from the English crown, fighting for their rights of "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" (as stated in the Declaration of Independence) that what is happening internally with many issues in the U.S. today is very similar to what those men in 1776 were fighting for as well.

It's sad to think that more than half of the people living in America, who proudly call themselves Americans don't even know their own history. They forget or often times don't even understand that the ideals and principles the country they call home were founded on are the exact same things people who are gay, lesbian, pro-choice are fighting for today. They are fighting for their basic rights as well, to live their life, without laws and regulations telling them what they can and can not do.

Granted I may be a little bias because I'm absolutely in love with Obama and everything he stands for (he won the Nobel peace prize as well!), but its often said that history has a tendency of repeating itself, different situation but still the same fight. And maybe it will be this great man who will now let this story be told the right way.

Did you know you can just go to the library and take books out?

I made a promise to myself that I would update my blog frequently, and it seems that its the promises to myself that I most often break.

Here's to hopefully keeping a more watchful eye on well, myself.

Went walking down the street today and a little ray of sunshine shone down and gave me some insight. Ok, maybe I'm making it sound more dramatic then it is, but I realized something. If you surround yourself with happy people then you naturally will be happy as well. All joking aside, it is with this that becoming inspired comes as easily as taking a breathe and in the shadow of a smile you know that maybe all hope isn't lost.

The amount of times my cheeks have hurt from laughing so much are countless in the past few months. So here's to savoring those special moments and to many more.

Cheers.

<3

Love Love Love

Glee!

I can't stop listening to this song.

Seriously I get shivers every time I play it.