I'm the Lunchbox.
Okay, so my name is Meg.
(it used to say Anna here. that isn't my name...)
Everything from here is the truth, in some form.
I am pretty much average.
Brown hair, blue eyes.
I wear more blue than red, even though my school's uniform is based on the color red.
Reviews make me happy, just as they make every one happy. Especially if they stand out from the usual mono-tone 'good story'.
However, I appreciate mono-tones too.
I like to pretend like I'm philosophical, but really I'm just talking like a normal kid.
sister: Hey, Mom, you know those pants that I wanted to buy at the mall yesterday, but were too expensive?
sister: I saw a boy in Blockbuster today wearing the same ones.
mom: (laughing) How weird! (In a mom-ly voice, not in a you & me voice)
sister: meg would like him.
music is my life
i live to listen to it.
Asian Kung-Fu Generation (Rewrite, Haruka Kanata, Loop and Loop, Blue Train, Kona Yuki, Last Scene), PlayRadioPlay!(Decipher Reflections from Reality, Compliment Eachother Like Colors, I am a Pirate You are a Princess, Even Fairytale Characters Would be Jealous, Madi Don't Leave), the Format (the First Single, the Compromise, She Doesn't Get It, Snails, Janet), Daft Punk (One More Time, Technologic, Digital Love, Harder Better Faster Stronger), Psychostick (BEER!!!, ABCDEath, Two Ton Paper Weight), the Decemberists (Yankee Bayonet, Valencia!, the Summer Song, the Crane Wife 3, You'll Not Feel the Drowning, I Dreamt I Was an Architect), the Hush Sound (Wine Red, You Are the Moon, We Intertwined, Lighthouse, Lions Roar)
Phantom Tollbooth, the Book Theif, the History of Love, I am the Messenger, Twilight, Maximum Ride, New Moon, East, Inkheart
This next part is quotes, so get into so-not-reading-those mode.
I wanted to believe and I tried my damndest to believe in the rainbow that I tried to get over and couldn't. So what? Lot's of people can't...
There are two kinds of people in the world.Music people and Lyric people.Lyric people tend to be analytical.All about the song.They are the people you see with the C.D. insert 5 minutes after buying it,interpreting the hell out of it.You know,all about the song. Music people could care less about the music.I think sometimes it might be easier to be a music girl.
It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.
Her head was always in the clouds. But no one ever knew why.
"We're hopless romantics." she laughed. "Hopefull." I corrected.
It's you and me against the world... we attack at dawn.
When life gives you lemons, make grape juice, then sit back and let the world wonder how you did it
Freakshow!" the other guy added, pointing at us as if we didn't know who he had been fucking with; as if he was saying, by pointing his finger, Yes you! I am making it clear now that I am insulting you! Even though I am only a night stocker at the Radio Shack; even though I am twenty-eight and have an illegitimate kid and bills from the white T-top Camaro I wrecked; even though I am a glue huffing idiot, who blows all my cash on coke whenever I can get it, you are the ones who are to be made fun of because, to me, you are funny-looking, and this is the best thing I can do to insult you: me, poiting my finger like this, so I will keep pointing.
Juliet loves the beat & the lust it commands drop the dagger, & lather the blood on your hands, Romeo.
do you think that if clouds were really fluffy, there would be less airplane crashes? and do you think that if god was always with us, we wouldn't have to fight all the time? and do you think that if people really had the best intentions, relationships would last longer? and if all you needed was love, why do people want money so badly? and do you ever wonder that if the things people tell us were true in our lives, we would turn out different? because i do. i honestly do.
it's just day to day, tryin to make ends meet. what i'd give for an address out on easy street. i need a deep margarita to help me unwind, leave my troubles behind. it was time to go home, to go home without each other. I said I love you, he said the same. I said call me when you miss me, he smiled and kissed me. I walked towards my car, and my phone rang.
you're a brown eyed lightning bolt I'm a national phenomenon.
lookin' back at the crash site, i dont see you by the roadside. well, this heart is on wheels tonight. straight through the ghettos, & without lights, now every heart has a blind side. where it learns how to improvise, well this place is a whore house tonight, & cheap lovers make expensive wives
even if you think the flame has died, there's at least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as screwed as the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again
i can't listen to my favorite songs anymore because each drum beat is a massacre, each keystroke is a regret, and each chord is a memory of you.
growing up. it's something no one wants to do. i can still remember thinking boys had cooties, and that being called a stupidhead was the worst name ever. and some rumor about picking your nose was horrible and made you want to cry. but, when i hit my teenage years, i'm beginning to see that life was way easier when boys had the cooties, and that there are worse names than stupidhead. oh, and that rumors can be worse than nose picking ones. but, i've also learned to move on. to brush it all off. i've learned not to give a fuck anymore. say what you want. i will confront you about it; i will call your bluff. fuck, you wanna fight, we'll go. but i still won't care. life is too short to give a fuck about lies and brokenhearts and being called names. it's time to grow up, people. it's time to move on. it's time to let go.
the world needs to find me i've lost myself somewhere i don't know where or how people don't care anymore ive cut till ive bled ive slit my wrists wide open my smiles gone along with him
wear dreamcatchers from your ears talking all night in the cold comets crash, and zeppelins fall the picked flowers stay in the fields forgotten like our pasts
we met by chance. two kids; with a whole lot left to lose
Listen when I say, when I say it’s real. Real life goes undefined, why must you be so missable? Everything you take, makes me more unreal. Real lines are undefined, how can this be so miserable?
it's never gonna happen. We're not meant to be. We're opposites. We fight all the time, and we get on eachother's nerves. We drive each other crazy. But we're like a fire; there's just a little spark there that will burst us into flames.
your daddy works in porno, now that mommy's not around. she used to love her heroin, but now she's underground. so you stay out late, & you do your cocaine for free.
Regret is the worst of human emotions. there is no going back with regret. there is no future with regret. regret is not something i live with. if theres something i wish i hadn't done, i dont do it anymore or i forgive myself & try better. my life is my statement & i try to be true to myself & to other people. whatever my failings are, they're human & i try to perfect them each day
Happy yet sad, adventurous but enclosed. Lost in my own creation
When I die, I plan to be laughing hysterically.
Just say what you mean, and mean what you say. Don't expect someone to read your mind, and don't play games with heads or hearts. Don't tell half truths, and expect trust when the full truth comes out. Half truths are no better than lies. Don't be cold to someone you care about- indifference hurts more than angry words.
I'm sorry I deleted all of my stories. But I didn't like them, and they were sitting there haunting me.
It sucks to have bad stories haunt you.
Another thing. I review every story that I read, unless I don't like it.
I read a lot of fanfictions.
I am absolutely OBSESSED with this story: Scars - CrimsonScarz