Sometimes, all you can do is not think, not wonder; not obsess; not imagine. Sometimes you have to just breathe. Breathe in, breathe out.
I'm not scared anymore. Because I know that in the end, fate will either bring us together or bring us something better.
People take pictures of the summer, just in case someone thought they had missed it, and to prove that it really existed.
I'm a straight forward kinda girl. If you ask me what I'm thinking, I'll tell you, no sugar coating, cause that's not what life's about. It's about dealing with the pain that comes along. So if you are going to tell me how you feel, don't lie.
Pick battles big enough to matter, and small enough to win.
Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious. We are full of shit. Go love someone just because. I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal, even if you don't want it to, it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things & people out there, I promise. It is up to you to find them.
So I stopped watching, I stopped caring. I lost all interest, and I stopped wearing these plastic smiles. I'll wash my hands clean. I'll forget that you forgot about me. And I'll live the life, the big city feeling, cause it's better than suburban dreaming. Living off the friends that hate you, who talk shit on me. Like I don't know who my real friends are anymore. No, I don't know you anymore.
For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how.
It's not just physical attraction. I love you for every single thing that you are. Every word you say, every step you take. This is something that will never die.
Sometimes when you are just trying to live normally, you'll pass by or think about a certain place that makes you remember everything, everything that makes you want to stop living. And you try to convince yourself not to give up. Not again.
Don't tell me who my ex is with. I feel sorry for both, she gets my sloppy seconds and he lowers his standards.
I've become a real believer in not defining every single thing. It seems like every time you think you've figured out what something is, it just becomes something else.
I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.
It's a little childish and stupid, but then so is high school.
And if I had to sum up this past year, I wasted months of it trying to impress you. I wasted hours of days just talking to you on the phone, and what did it get me? A broken heart, a very quiet cell phone, piles of clothes I'll never wear again and drawers full of make up. It wasn't worth it. You weren't worth it.
I don't understand why Cupid was chosen to represent Valentine's Day. When I think about romance, the last thing on my mind is a short, chubby toddler coming at me with a weapon.
I wish for the day when I forget who you are, when the sound of your name is old and worn, the I don't remember why I needed you so bad.
I’m surprised that you’ve never been told before that you're lovely. And you're perfect. And that somebody wants you.
You have to be willing to get happy about nothing.
It's in your hands. If you want to be with me, I'm right here.
Right now, at this very moment, all I want to do is sit across from you and talk about life and when we run out of topics, we could just hold hands because that would be enough. But you're not here and we can't talk face to face because miles separate us. Well I can smell these flowers you sent, or look at pictures from before, but I can't wrap my arms around a moment in time. So I sit and think of what we will do when I finally see you again. All I really want to do is enjoy each others company and maybe watch a movie or two about falling in love and growing old together. And maybe you and I could fall in love and grow old together, too.
I'm not saying that I'm giving up; I'm just trying not to think as much as I used to cause "never" is a lonely little messed up word. Maybe I'll get it right some day. For the first time in a long time I can say that I want to try. I feel helpless for the most part, but I'm learning to open my eyes and the sad truth of the matter is I'll never get over it, but I'm gonna try to get better and overcome each moment in my own way. I so want to get back on track and I'll do whatever it takes, even if it kills me.
You have the ability to do anything you fucking want with your life and if anybody comes to you and tells you how to think and how to feel, fuck them.
Fact: I want to move away from here. Far, far away. And be happy.
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.
Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They’re shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they’re gone.