Let's Get Real #realtalk

If you really knew me, you'd know I love roses, peanut butter, Italian food, and the color yellow. If you really knew me, you'd know I play the violin and participate in the school's Orchestra. If you really knew me, you'd know I'm hooked on Once Upon a Time, love Disney, like to dance, and love to laugh.

If you really knew me, you'd know I'm constantly singing, whistling, humming, or singing inside my head. If you really knew me, you'd know that usually have a song stuck in my head. If you really knew me, you'd know that I have four siblings; three brothers and one sister. You'd know that I like to read, write, watch movies and play the piano. If you really knew me, you'd know I like old movies, old music, and old TV shows.

If you really knew me, you'd know that my hair and eyes are brown. You'd know I wear glasses, and that I've worn bright colors almost every day this year. If you really knew me, you'd know that my pen name is Hook.

But let's get real. My name is Elizabeth.    

The Basement of Imagination

I remember the white walls, the gray carpet, the gray couch and the brownish couch. I remember there being so much space to run around and go crazy. I remember I had a dream that involved that room. I liked that dream. I remember loving that basement because so many memories and games were made there. I remember going downstairs and entering a portal into an enchanted world.

I remember playing Harry Potter with my brothers. (It was after Harry graduated from school. The next generation if you will.) I was in Gryffindor and we would go to classes and have quidditch tournaments.

I remember playing a lot of imaginative games with my brothers. I remember playing Lord of the Rings, Teen Titans, TMNT, Kids Next Door, Star Wars, Pokémon, and Power Rangers. We would make up our own characters and use previous characters and mix the two together. We would have adventures almost everyday.I REMEMBER having so much fun.

I remember playing with my friends. We would play games like waitresses, sisters with magical powers, dress up, spies, and the ever classic game of house (except ours sometimes had a magical/supernatural twist). Hours would be spent downstairs running around and giggling and having fun and being free to explore and play.

I may forget some details from my childhood, but I will never forget the memory of the basement of imagination.            

EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!

FYI: Tell it Strate, (straight) 

Beauti (beauty) [is] a strong light.

Believe love surrounds,

And lead victory over from the bench. 

A Thankful Heart

I'm grateful for oh so many things. For houses, for homes, for friends, for family.

For water, for food, for time, and clothes.

I'm grateful for music and for school, for an education.

For beautiful nature, for my heart, for my brain, and for my body.

For the chance to taste, smell, hear, see, and touch.  For the chance to have so many different opportunities and freedoms.

I'm so grateful for helpful technology, for teachers, for shoes, and for my talents.

For my personality, for writing, for glasses,  for laughter, and for colors.

I'm so grateful for entertainment, for holidays, for breaks, for hard work.

I'm grateful for oh so many things....

 that I can't just simply list them all.

Happy Thanksgiving! :)

   

A Night by the Fire

I sit by the side and watch the flames dance.

The slightest breeze blows his breath against the trees making the leaves shiver. The night is pleasant. Peaceful. The sun goes to bed, but before she does she gives the most beautiful smile for all to stand and admire in awe. 

She falls asleep and her sister, Luna, awakes to smile her own smile. I look up and the stars accent the sky making the world seem bigger, brighter, and more beautiful.

The crickets sing their song and the mosquito's search for a little midnight snack. Time passes but no one notices. We are too busy not worrying and enjoying each other's company while listening to the fire crackle and pop. Suddenly reality hist when the lightening makes his show in the sky. The breeze blows harder making Jack Frost happier;then we hear it. The drums of thunder making his own appearance on the stage.

The fire cries as we turn off the flame. We rush inside as the sky begins to shed her tears. Inside I curl up in my bed and fall asleep listening to the lullaby of the rain. 

My Condolences and I hope this helps

I'm sorry about what has happened but maybe this might help someone or help in some way. 

In times of trouble I've always been taught to turn to Christ and the scriptures. This scripture is from the bible. 

John 14:27 "Peace I leave with you, my peace I give unto you: not as the world giveth, give I unto you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." 

 

Please Mail After I'm Dead

Dear Sir (or Madam) who will dig my grave,

Hello, greetings, salutations, Howdy, and Bonjour.

First of all I want to thank you for doing your job. I don't think I would want to dig anyone's grave. It would be kind of creepy and morbid for me and I am 99.999% sure I wouldn't handle it very well. My heart would break thinking about it. Anyway thanks for having the mentality and guts do such a task.

One cannot describe death. It's too personal of an experience. (The same is with love.) It is grim because someone you loved has died, but it is also comforting because the sufferer who died goes to a happier, more peaceful place. I believe that you are able to see them again.

I have a random question for you. Do you love your job? Do you love your life? Because I sure hope that I loved mine. It would be terrible if I went to a job and lived a life that I hated. Anyway, if I could pass words of advice I would say three things:
       1. Find something you love to do and do it.
       2. Share the time that you have with people you love. Create memories.
       3. Be kind to others. The world is hard as it is. Don't make it any harder.

As my body is put in the dirt, I hope you remember my advice and apply it personally. One last little reminder: The sun always appears after the storm. 

Sincerely Yours,

Hook

        

 

Me and My Disney

What can I say...I LOVE DISNEY!! 

You're Trapped Forever Mr. Hyde

We all fear something or someone. We all get scared. Yes we can be afraid of spiders, or public speaking, or being judged, or other things like that but, one of the biggest things we fear is...ourselves.

We're frightened we have a monster lurking inside.

I know that I'm afraid of a monster inside me. I'm scared it is there. That it exists. I'm terrified that it might surface. I'm horrified that it might escape. I'm dreading what it might do. The pain it may cause or the damage it may create if released. I'm alarmed that it screams at me, banging the door, trapped inside waiting, just waiting for the moment it can break free.

I don't want that to happen.

I don't want Hyde to have that opportunity. SO I WON'T LET IT.

I can have that control. So do you. (Chain the door shut, then chain it five times more. Make a prison that is impossible to break, shatter, or fracture. Confront it and say, "Not happening ever.")

Nothing gets in. Nothing gets out.          

How to be a Super Villain

1. Have an evil laugh

2, Have henchmen/minions  

3. Have a cool outfit and create an awesome name  

4. Have an evil lair.

Finally one thing all super villains must have is........PRESENTATION!!!

5 Steps to Being HAPPY! :D

1. Smile! :) Don't be afraid to smile at others or at something funny. It's boring and depressing to see everyone so serious all the time. Smiles brighten the day. 

2. LAUGH!!!!! :D You can't be afraid to laugh out loud. Movies, poor puns, jokes, crazy dance steps, slapstick, in public, by yourself, with friends, whatever; find something that will make you laugh.

3. Spend time with the people you love. <3 When you spend time with family and friends (true, real ones that you can count on) , it creates a healthy environment for you. It also creates fun memories. 

4. Learn how to deal with stress. In life there is a lot of stress (whether you want it or not). Learning how to cope with stress (in a healthy manner) can benefit you and your happiness. You could exercise, read, take the problem step by step, take a nap, or laugh. There are so many ways to deal with stress.

 

5. Serve others. Yeah it might sound religious (it's me deal with it), but there are people who aren't religious that serve others. It helps not only them but you as well. You feel better when you lift someone else up. You drag them down, well you are just making yourself the one jumping off a cliff. Just don't jump off a cliff and help someone out.  

Bonus step. Change your attitude!  

      

Two Wolves

OpPoSiTeS

Day 

Night

Short

Tall

Happy

Sad

Big

Small

Love

Hate

Good

Evil

Boy

Girl

Friend

Enemy

Alive

Dead

Hot

Cold

Smart

Stupid

Negative

Positive

Old

Young

Wet

Dry

Protagonist 

Antagonist

Cool

Lame

Few

Many

The World is Full of Opposites 

D&C 18:10-11 (Yes, I'm a Mormon!) :D

"Remember the worth of souls is great in the sight of God."

"For, behold, the Lord your Redeemer suffered death in the flesh; wherefore he suffered the pain of all men, that all men might repent and come unto him."

Baby Animals

It's completely random but seeing how the topic is whatever... it works. :) There were too many to chose from, but I was able to find a few that were some of the cutest. Enjoy!!

If life gets you down. Look at cute baby animals. Happy Weekend! 

You're a Brick, I'm a Brick, We're all Bricks

 Brick: "clay-bearing soil/concrete material, fire hardened or air dried, used in masonry construction." (Thanks wiki)

I am a brick. You are a brick. We are ALL a brick.

I have been created. You have been created. We ALL have been created to contribute to the construction of the world.

Each shaped similarly but differently.

I have trials. You have trials. We ALL have trials and it is up to us to stand or crumble.

I cause pain. You cause pain. We ALL cause pain.

I cause support. You cause support. We ALL cause support. 

I am a brick. You are a brick. We ALL are a brick. We decide what we destroy or what we build.

Facade

"Masquerade! Paper faces on parade. Masquerade. Hide your face so the world will never find you." -The Phantom of the Opera

Masks. Used to disguise oneself from another. For Halloween it is a fun, but what about real life? 

We pass so many people every day not really thinking about how they feel. We are more focused on our friends and our own lives. But, what about those that we know? Are they wearing a mask? Do they put on a smile, when in reality they have ripped out their heart and hidden it in a dusty old shoe-box so they won't get hurt again? They say their fine and that their day was good, but was it?  

Are there people around us who are putting on a mask to impress others? To fit in? Are they wearing a mask because they are afraid? Do they switch masks when they are with different people?

How do we know that they aren't wearing a mask? That they aren't disguising their feelings? Then again, what about ourselves? Are we wearing a mask? Are we not being ourselves to fit in with society or impress someone else? 

NO LONGER! It's time. Take off the mask. Untie the string. Maybe you need a Christine to rip it off for you. It doesn't matter how you get it off. just get it off!

BE YOU. The real you is more important than the facade.  

Shattered Window and Box of Chocolate

Love Is.... 

Love is a song. Love is a puzzle. Love is a shattered window taped together. Love is a box of chocolate. Love is a fantasy. Love is a reality. Love is a promise. Love is a puppy. Love is a dog. Love is a wish upon a star. Love is a car. Love is a photo album. Love is a dinosaur. Love is an almost killer. Love is a broken wall.  

Love is an adventure. Love is a child on Christmas morning. Love is a box of crayons. Love is a poem. Love is a spider fighting a scorpion. Love is a needle in the arm. Love is a bullet to the brain. Love is an ice cream cone on a summer day. Love is an old library book. Love is a teenager. Love is a gentle breeze. Love is a hurricane. 

LOVE IS FOREVER    

Puppet on Strings

"There are no strings on me!" -Pinocchio











Are we a puppet on strings?
Do we follow only what the puppet master commands?
Do we let our life go by, putting on the same show I have for the past six years?
Do we sit after the show and collect dust on the shelf?
Do we let our lives be dull and full of splinters?

OR DO WE CUT THE STRINGS?

Do we stand up on our own and dance to our own tune?
Do we live life and enjoy the simple treasures?
Do we have the desire to be real?  
Do we become our own masters and put on our own show?

Pinocchio was a boy but had the wisdom of a man. He said, "I've got no strings to hold me down, to make me fret, or make me frown. I had strings but now I'm free. There are no strings on me!"

Pull the splinter out! Jump off the shelf and dust yourself off! Become free! CUT THE STRINGS!

Tell yourself, "No longer am I a puppet. I'm a real boy."