TallyElenaRose

Can we live without death? Can we love without hate? Can we want without need? I've fallen once again. Do we really ever live our lives enough to appreciate that we can never truly grasp one without the other? That a concept has no meaning without an opposing force. If hate is what’s inside us, hate is what defines us. And we will use our hate to drive us, And let death not deprive us. Do we want this or do we need this? We can always rinse the surface, but the stain will still remain.

As I hide behind these books I read, while scribbling my poetry,
like art could save a wretch like me, with some ideal ideology that no one can hope to achieve.
And I am never real; it is just a sketch of me.

Everybody is different in their own way. Which makes me, different from the rest. I AM different, so I am not the same. You an I, we're unique... Just like everyone else. I dont fall to fads and idols like a child. I dont EVER allow my heart to be played with, im not stupid, nor was I born yesterday.
Two wrongs dont ever make a right.
Ever.
To stand there and emotionally hurt someone while they are being absolutely innocent is something no one should ever do, and such a thing is cheap, and selfish. I know my heart will never be the same But I'm telling myself I'll be okay Even on my weakest days I get a little bit stronger.
When it comes to religion, i'm a Realist. When it comes to politics i'm 100% Liberal. Compared to 99% of Republicans, I actually like Obama, thanks.

I have morals in my life because I respect myself, which means I am waiting for the right person to take what I have left. I am proud to be this way, honestly. True beauty comes from the inside, which means what attracts me the most about a person is their true personality. People always underestimate me and I LOVE proving them wrong! I believe there are many strong qualities I have to show the world. I'm not afraid of what life has for me, because being afraid holds me back from finding who I really am, and I need to always be in touch with my true self. I am a dreamer, artist, believer, romantic, protector, and so, so much more. I have respect for every person unless they give me reason otherwise. I am book smart, and street smart. I honestly don't care what you think about me because that won't change me. I don't let people walk all over me, yet I'm not going to complain, because I learn from my mistakes instead of complaining over them. I have gone through things in my life that you never could think of, (Ha, haven't we all) but I'm thankful for what I have now. Oh, and I'd rather read a book than watch television.
I love to cuddle, kiss, and hug the people I care about.
Family seems to be very distant with me. My friends are everything I have left sometimes, I would die for these people. And though they say always choose your friends over family? I think you stick by the people who stick by you, and the people worth your respect. And when there seems to be nobody there for you, I remember I'm always there for myself.
Poetry, songs, and writing are my ways of expression in which I enjoy. Music is wonderful, because it reminds me that however alone I feel, there was always someone there who has felt the same way.

Theres a place I go in my head sometimes. Its cool, dim, and there are no worries. Its like laying down and looking up at the clouds.. Well, actually, more like being a cloud. Nothing matters, nobody's theres, you just kind of... float.

Art is one of my passions, I love drawing. I am proud to be who I am. I am brutally honest and people think I'm mean because of that, which is fine with me. I think that lies just bring pain into someones life, so always tell the truth no matter how difficult. I hate people that are hypocrites, but I'm a hypocrite; Where does that leave us?
I can read a person without ever talking to them. I'm not afraid of my feelings; I welcome them with open arms. I'm a very stubborn person because I hate to lose.
I do a lot of faces when I type to people, and I guess thats funny...(it totally is).
I never walk away from someone I care about, unless they want me to. My imagination is bigger than the Universe. Words are the worst weapon mankind has.
I keep with people, because they keep me alive. So keep touch.
I am willing to love. But you see Love doesn't exist... Love for Me, does not exist. Think about it... A concept has no meaning without an opposing force. If I don't believe in hate, I cannot believe in love. I've never truly felt hate, therefore I've never felt love. If there ever was such thing, I... think would be happy. But to love I have to hate. And its going to suck to hate.
You see love for me is a complicated word, a strange passion I long for. If you must know, ask me my thoughts on the topic. Its more like a lost fairy-tail in my mind, because the fairy tales have lied to us.
Don't be amazed of what you find of me. For I am myself, like others are themselves. I am different.
My desires are not for earthly things that will fade, corrode, or burn. I trust in myself, and usually myself only... I long for the day one will rescue me from... my own mind, I guess.

I have given up on the human race... they are just idiots trying to find themselves, but failing because they are afraid to do what really makes them happy. There are not many humans I enjoy to be with, but then again, there are many i do love to be around.
Isn't enough? Ask me. Do not be shy, I am a kind person... Please, feel free to ask. Or, if you prefer, Formspring me, find me on Skype, even tumblr. Or simply message me I'll be sure to answer all of your questions, for those who actually care. Maybe.
All my life I had been looking for something, and everywhere I turned someone tried to tell me what it was. I accepted their answers too, though they were often in contradiction and even self-contradictory. I was naïve. I was looking for myself and asking everyone except myself questions which I, and only I, could answer. It took me a long time and much painful boomeranging of my expectations to achieve a realization everyone else appears to have been born with: that I am nobody but myself.


Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh.
Kudos to you if you can actually figure me out.