"We are here to make a better world. No amount of rationalization or blaming can preempt the moment of choice each of us brings to our situation here on this planet. The lesson of the '60s is that people who cared enough to do right could change history. We didn't end racism but we ended legal segregation. We ended the idea that you could send half-a-million soldiers around the world to fight a war that people do not support. We ended the idea that women are second-class citizens. We made the environment an issue that couldn't be avoided. The big battles that we won cannot be reversed. We were young, self-righteous, reckless, hypocritical, brave, silly, headstrong and scared half to death.
And we were right."
This is a little something dedicated to the people who have been dicks to me.
You- Fuck you for calling me a whore when your husband can’t keep his hands to himself and I did NOTHING!
You- How dare you try to take advantage of me and make me feel bad about it!
You- You’ve apparently slept with more people than me and I’m a whore? Fuck you!
You- Why do you always have to put me down because you’re so insecure?
You- I love you dearly but that one night has left me extremely insecure.
You- Why do you always have to let me down?
You- Come near my boyfriend again and I’ll snap you in half you fat chipmunk faced whore!
Love Nicole Erin.
He smells of cigarettes and freedom
He gives you the idea that you can be wild and free
He’s the kind of guy you want to run away with
Fall in love and never look back
I don’t need to look back now
I look beside me and I see him sleeping next to me
I sing along to songs in the car and he looks at me like I’m crazy
I’m fearless with him
I can do anything with him
He looks at me like he doesn’t know what he did to get me to hang around
Everytime I mess up and feel like the world is caving in, he’s there
He holds up the world for me until I’m ready to come out again
What started out as nothing but fun for the both of us has turned into everything
He’s kind of everything.
By Nicole Erin
If I could write the book of us, it wouldn’t be all that long
But the stretch of time is no measure to how much you put in
I put in everything I had but it wasn’t enough
I thought you gave it all and I gave nothing
But what seemed like nothing was actually something
I may have nothing but it was all I had
But my nothing meant everything to me and I handed it to you
You, who meant everything
And while I thought you gave me everything, you really handed me your nothing
I gave what I could and tried to take what you should
You just took and took
You showered me with presents but held it against me in the end
But if you take away the presents, what did you actually give me?
A disease of the heart and a disease of the mind
You took my heart for yourself and let it rot away
You had no use for it after all
My mind was no use to you, that was just for fun
Since why take one when you can take all?
Now that my mind has cleared enough to see
I can see nothing
You tried to take everything from me but I found it again
And since you left nothing with me, I had nothing to throw away
In the end, you’re nothing
Some memories made me happy while most made me sad
But at the end of the day, now you’re just a memory
Now that we know we were full of nothing
There is nothing left to say
So if I could write the book of us
By Nicole Erin