darlingsweet

"I once had this dream that there was this set of special bombs hidden all over the world. The bombs looked like hinged glass balls with intricate whirring mechanisms inside. Some were dangerous, some were good, all of them changed the universe in different ways. There was one, the perfect bomb, the one everyone searched for: the Love Bomb.

In the dream someone had found one of the bombs. A small group of us gathered on a hill and he showed it to us. It was beautiful; all the gears and spindles inside were different colors, working furiously. "Do you know what this is?" he said and smiled. Then for just a split-second, he opened it, and the world changed.

Huge flowers and trees burst from the ground and opened. Beautiful buildings of grand design shot up along the horizon. Birds that we'd never seen flew into the air, banners and streamers unfurled across the sky which was on fire with color and light. Everything seemed to dance and leap into the air and change color. Tears streamed down our faces as we saw it all, felt it all, as we felt this beautiful music and joy and love filling our lungs like too much air. And the whole world, the entire universe felt it.

When he closed the bomb, we almost tore him apart trying to get it back.

Today, all this purple hoopla, should be about combating all the meanness in the world with a ferocious goodness. What the hell is "different"? We're all fucking different. We're all WILDLY different. Just start loving everyone, because everyone's worthy of love. You put that love out into the sphere and it'll be felt. You open a love bomb." - lily-fox.deviantart.com/journal/35744150/

This is exactly what I feel about everything right now. All the utter shit that has been going down. Why can't we just shut the fuck up about how different is 'wrong' and grow the fuck up and get over ourselves? Because really, all it takes is to sit up, take notice and do something about what's been happening. Really. To not let people get away with being bullies and bigots because society considers them more important then the people that they are bullying.

So, stand the hell up and do something! Because no one deserves to be pushed to the point where they feel that life isn't worth living.

"Many are the things that I would buy,
if I knew the world were being sold...
The perfect thing to say in every situation,
The answer to every question,
And, maybe,
if i had enough,
the way to win your heart.
If the world were being sold..."

It's nearly summer here and in the this merry month called May I turn 17. It's a weird thought. I was just getting used to 16, really. And now, BAM!, 17 is coming to hit me hard. There will be more to do then ever. More responsibility (I'm getting my first not-babysitting job), more things to do, learning how to not crash my car into the church, my future getting ever closer and more unavoidable and more impossible seeming...

It's just strange. Somehow, it just kinda seemed ike I'd be a kid forever. But that's not the case; so it's time to get moving and start my life.

Now, if only college wasn't so *expensive*.