November 19, 2011

• Even on my weakest days I get a little bit stronger

  

  

  When you develop an infatuation with someone, you will always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you.

  
  

  You’re an ass. You can never make up your mind. You always mock me. I never seem to like you. But all at the same time, I am completely and madly in love with you.

  
  

  This time, it’s different. I’m not watching The Notebook, I’m watching Spongebob. I’m not listening to Taylor Swift, I’m blasting 3oh!3. This time, it’s different; it was all my fault.

  

  Did you ever notice that there is always that particular line in that certain song that always stands out in a certain way and reminds you of that one person you can’t forget?

  
  

  When someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time.

  
  

  Seduction isn’t making someone do what they don’t want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do.

  
  

  Learn from your past, move on, grow stronger. People are fake, but let your trust last longer. Do what you got to do, but always stay true, and never let anyone get the best of you.

  
  

  You don’t forget the face of the person who was your last hope.

  
  

  Sometimes all a person really needs is a hand to hold and a heart to understand.

  

  What I’ve discovered is that in art, as in music, there’s a lot of truth-and then there’s a lie. The artist is essentially creating his work to make this lie a truth, but he slides it in amongst all the others. The tiny little lie is the moment I live for, my moment. It’s the moment that the audience falls in love.

  
  

  Cause I like a little coffee with my cream. And I like a little dirty with my clean.

  
  

  I didn’t have one thing to say to her. Nothing. My best friend for years, the person I’d never run out of things to talk about with.. we had become total strangers.

  
  

  Contrary to your belief, it does bother me to give up on you.

  
  

  I looked back on us today, and I honestly don’t know why I missed you, and why I wanted you back. Sure, at the beginning we were kids rushing into things we had no idea what about, but slowly, instead of trusting you more, I trusted you less, and the more I loved you, the less I loved myself. But now I’m free, and I’m not sorry. I had to get out. I knew it was over long before you said it. And I thought you broke my heart, but you merely made it stronger, made it resilient. Of course I’ll never forget you, but there’s no way I’m ever going back. So goodbye, my first love. Thank you for being such a fabulous waste of time.
  

  

  Well, that’s certainly true, so many adventures happen in life, but not all are good. Some are bad, yet some are good. In my experiences, I’ve learned that it’s pretty much best to go with the flow. Ride with every thing that gets thrown in your way. And learn from what mistakes happen along the way.

  

  Verbal ability is a highly overrated thing in a guy, and it’s our pathetic need for it that gets us into so much trouble.

  
  

  You swear you know me, cause you heard my name, but if you really met me, you know the game, drama never ends and haters are all the same. They smile to your face and spit on your name.

  
  

  As you know, I’m not good at goodbyes but I guess that’s what this is, a real one this time, cause as much as I thought I wanted us to be together, I guess what I want more is to be one of those people who lives every moment of his life without indecision and without regrets, someone who dares to disturb the universe without a thought to the consequences, and you’re not one of those people, at least not yet. Maybe you’ll prove me wrong about that one day, hope you do, but who knows? Maybe people can’t change. Maybe we’re doomed to repeat the same mistakes over and over again, no matter how hard we try. I always hope for a happy ending, how crazy is that?! Take care of yourself.

  
  

  Sometimes there’s nothing to say. Sometimes silence expresses more than words. Picking up the phone, dialing a number, it can do more damage than good. But humans are afflicted with this obsessive desire to talk things to death. So we make things worse by trying to make things better.

  

  When someone you love abandons you, it doesn’t hurt just because they’ve changed, or lied, or went back on their promises… but because you know what they really are and what a beautiful person they can be. And when they take that away from you and won’t allow you to see that beautiful person again, nothing hurts more than having someone just decide to take your entire world away without consulting you first.

  
  

   We are what we are, and sometimes that’s not enough.

  

  If someone hurts you, make the bitch pay.

  
  

  Maybe we’re not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories, admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we’re thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we’re thankful for the things we’ll never know.

  
  

  A perfect partner in life is someone who can be with and talk about anything without realizing that the day is over. Someone who will always listen and feel twice the joy or pain you’re going through. When you start to feel that connection, never let it go because there’s more to companionship than there is to love. Because in the end, when all else fails and consumed, you will always hold on to those times. You don’t even need to hear the words I love you.

  
  

  There’s a wild side to every innocent face. Get with it; or get lost.

  
  

  Things don’t always change with a bang. Sometimes they change so gradually that you can’t clearly pinpoint the last moment they were truly the same.

  
  

  I hope you can’t sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, I hope you can’t sleep and you scream about it. I hope your conscience eats at you and you can’t breathe without me.

  
  

  Time stays long enough for anyone who will use it.

  
  

  An apology may be a sign of weakness, but having the courage to go up to someone and say sorry is a strength.

  
  

  When things go wrong, just remember one thing, life goes on.

  
  

  You can measure your success with the things that are said about you that are not true.

  
  

  Music is the greater unit. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common.

  
  

  The best things in life: Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you, waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep, first kisses, making new friends and spending time with the old ones, singing in the bathroom, sweet dreams, hot chocolate, making brownies and cookies, holding hands with someone you care about, watching a sunset, sleeping in, taking long hot showers, Starbucks, and knowing that somebody misses you.

  
  

  Sometimes, people don’t change, they just pretend.

  
  

  Fairy tales do not tell children that dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children that dragons can be killed.

  
  

  I’ve been dumb once yet I consider it the happiest chapter of my life. Life isn’t what you make it, it’s what you learn from it.

  

  It’s tough when someone special starts to ignore you. It’s even tougher to pretend that you don’t mind.

  
  

  If you look at something in a new angle, you will see just how beautiful it really is. There is beauty hidden even in the gloomiest of places.

  
  

  I finally worked up the courage to tell you what I have denied. And you’re not there to listen. You’re not there to care. You’re not there at all.

  
  

  I’m not sure about much and I always struggle to explain the way I feel. I don’t open to anyone and I keep my heart locked away. But somehow you made it leap out of my chest. Somehow you get me to tell you my deepest, darkest secrets. And somehow I might have fallen in love with you.

  
  

  We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others, that in the end, we become disguised to ourselves.

  
  

  I know it hurts, I know that. But if you give up now, you may be missing someone greater than you could ever have imagined. And no one wants to miss something that will change their life forever. Just keep holding on and I promise it’ll get better.

  
  

  Don’t wait for people to be friendly, show them how.

  
  

  Just ask yourself one simple question..is he taking care of your heart?

  
  

  I’m told that fate makes fun of us, that it gives us nothing and promises everything. When happiness seems to be within our reach, we reach out and find ourselves fools.

  
  

  You cannot let go of anything if you cannot notice that you are holding it. Admit your ‘weaknesses’ and watch them morph into your greatest strengths.

  
  

  There are things we couldn’t understand unless we ourselves experience it.

  
  

  You know what’s the most terrifying thing about admitting that you’re in love? You’re just naked. You put yourself in harm’s way and lay down all your defenses. No clothes, not weeps, nowhere to hide, completely vulnerable. The only thing that makes it tolerable is to believe the other person loves you back and you can trust them not to hurt you.

  
  

  I believe in believing the things that we don’t see.

  
  

  Who you are is who you are. We’re liars. We’re thieves. We’re addicts. We take our happiness for granted until we hurt ourselves or someone else. We hold grudges. And when faced with our mistakes, we reinvent the past. We reinvent ourselves. At least we try. We’re prideful, and we’re lustful, and we’re incredibly flawed. And eventually, our flaws catch up to us.

  
  

  And until you face all the mistakes you’ve made, you’ll never change.

  
  

  The only thing you’ve ever known is to run, so you keep on driving faster into the sun.

  
  

  It just happened overnight. One day we were us, and then one day we weren’t anymore.

  

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