February 5, 2013

• We are who we are

  

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  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.

  

  We say goodbye, but we never let go.

  

  I’m here not because I am supposed to be here, or because I’m trapped here, but because I’d rather be with you than anywhere else in the world.

  

  And how do you say goodbye to everything you’ve spent your entire life trying to hold on to.

  

  Don’t close the book, just turn the page.

  

  You’re never given the ability to wish without the ability to make it come true.

  

  Starting all over again is not that bad; for when you restart, you get another chance to make things right.

  

  I want people to feel an immediate happiness and cheerfulness when they are around me. To make a difference in someone’s life. I want to make an impression in someone’s life, so that even though I may be delicate and fragile, my footprints are permanent within the hearts of the ones I’ve touched.

  

  Everybody’s dressing up and I’m dressing down.

  

  Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold, but so does a hard-boiled egg.

  

  People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.

  

  The hardest part about growing up is letting go of what you were used to, and moving on with something you’re not.

  

  Instead of telling our young people to plan ahead, we should tell them to plan to be surprised.

  

  I like my body when it’s with your body.

  

  The day will happen, whether or not you get up.

  

  Nobody knows who I am. Not the real me. It’s like nobody cares enough to find out. I mean, does anyone ever ask me what I want to do with my life? Or what my opinion is on stuff? Or what restaurant to order in from? No – underline, exclamation point, exclamation point, exclamation point. No one understands.

  

  No one deserves to be treated that way. So even if you love with your entire heart, every fiber of your being, with so much passion that it hurts to think about it, you need to forget what you want and remember what you deserve.

  

  Everything about us had an innocence, but everything around us was changing.

  

  You will never understand how much I hurt because you’re not the one crying, you’re not the one who is left behind, you’re not the one who loved too much, and you’re not the one whose holding onto someone that’s already gone.

  

  It’s nowhere near over.

  

  The feeling you get when you think of something amazing then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you can’t remember the details. Then, minuets later, you remember it again and you’re so grateful because you nearly lost something amazing, forever. Except, this time, it’s a person. Not an idea.

  

  Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.

  

  I don’t want us to fall apart today. Or ever, really. You’re the one who said you’d never leave.

  

   

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