November 21, 2011

• If you can’t convince them, confuse them.

  

  

  A best friend can see when you’re sad. A best friend can see when you’re mad. A best friend can tell when you’re crying. A best friend can tell when you’re lying.

  
  

  You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest. Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.

  
  

  Maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.

  
  

  Tragedy blows through your life like a tornado, uprooting everything. Creating chaos. You wait for the dust to settle and then you choose: You can live in the wreckage and pretend it’s still the mansion you remember, or you can crawl from the rubble and slowly rebuild.

  
  

  There’s something addicting about secrets.

  
  

  The secret of life is honesty, and fair dealing. If you can fake that, you’ve got it made.

  
  

  We wonder why black and white photos capture our soul. I think it’s cause without color, we aren’t drawn to the makeup, and the color of our eyes, or how tan our skin is. Black and white captures the innocence on one’s face and the hurt they’ve gone through to feel vulnerable. The glow we see comes from inside, brightening our eyes, our skin, and our smile.

  
  

  I love books, by the way, way more than movies. Movies tell you what to think. A good book lets you choose a few thoughts for yourself. Movies show you the pink house. A good book tells you there’s a pink house and lets you paint some of the finishing touches, maybe choose the roof style, park your own car out front. My imagination has always topped anything a movie could come up with.

  
  

  You have my whole heart for my whole life.

  
  

  I pushed you away because I knew that if you stayed, I could never turn you down. You are the most beautiful and most terrible things that’s ever happened to me, and you will always have my heart.

  
  

  Sometimes, we have to be broken down so that we can be rebuilt into what we’re actually meant to be.

  
  

  I am a selfish bitch, I’m going to be honest. I don’t like sharing my food, or talking about others. I’m self-conscious and awkward in public situations and I say I hate myself on a daily basis because I do. Boys don’t like to tackle this, I tend to avoid them with the fear they all secretly hate me, but I could use a push, someone to say, in a subtle way that I am fine the way I am.

  
  

  I like the whole fun, party, hanging out kinda thing, but I love the whole taken, he loves me, I’m his girl kinda thing.

  
  

  You can waste your life drawing lines, or you can live your life crossing them.

  

  Everyone has a talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark places where it leads.

  
  

  A friend will take you to CVS to buy a pregnancy test; a best friend will stand outside the bathroom screaming, “NAME IT AFTER ME!”

  
  

  I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.

  
  

  I’m so lonely, surrounded by people that know me but don’t know a thing, so I’m trying to come clean. And every relationship I’ve ever been in has fallen apart at the seams, and I’m just afraid I’ve been singing about love, but I’ll never find out what it means.

  
  

  If you’re with me, we can make tomorrow beautiful.

  
  

  The problem wasn’t that there was a problem, the problem was the choice that I made. Why did I choose not to notice what was right there in my face?

  
  

  In front of total strangers, would you kiss me? Call me for no reason.. just because you miss me? So I say a thousand stupid things, and half the time I never mean them but this time I’m serious. I’m never going to talk to you first. So if I mean anything, anything at all to you, then you can talk to me because I give up.

  
  

  Even though she knows he doesn’t deserve it, she gives him every little piece of her.

  
  

  I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.

  
  

  Some days I wake up and wonder why I’m here. Other days I just smile and get ready for whatever the wind blows my way. My personality changes a lot day to day. Not really much point in getting used to the way I am, I’ll probably be a completely different person by tomorrow.

  
  

  Instead of holding you, I was holding out. I should’ve let you in, but I let you down. You were the first to give; I was the first to ask. Now I’m in second place, to get a second chance.

  
  

  I know you’re sorry. I just don’t know if that’s good enough.

  
  

  Don’t dwell on memories; appreciate them for what they are, and for the person they’ve helped you become.

  
  

  Live your life to the fullest when you’re young, you’ll regret it when you get older if you don’t.

  
  

  I want to be the one to prove that love does last forever.

  
  

  Most men act so tough and strong on the outside because on the inside, we are scared, weak and fragile. Men, not women, are the weaker sex.

  
  

  It’s the loneliest feeling in the world. To find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everybody look at you and say “what’s the matter with her?” I know what is feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doors locked against you and you aren’t sure whether you’re walking towards something, or if you’re just walking away.

  

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