blindfold me and take me somewhere beautiful?
i want a shirt with anchors on it, panties too.
anyways, i feel like things are kinda weird lately. i don’t like it.
time to sleep.
Can’t lose what you never had, can’t keep what’s not yours, and can’t hold onto something that does not want to stay.
Love neither because you like the person nor
because you care. Love not because you know
that you can’t live without that person, instead
just love and forget about why.
It’s better to cross the line and suffer
the consequences than to just stare
at the line for the rest of your life.
There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that, or even believe it, but trust me, there are some loves that don’t go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky enough to end up with somebody who has a little of that insanity. Someone who never lets go. Someone who cherishes you forever.
To love someone is a very special thing , but for that someone to love you back is more of a miracle. If you happen to stumble upon such a miracle, make sure you realize it. Never take it for granted, never throw it away, never let it sit, and most of all never let it die.
i like the thought of you falling asleep to the sound of my heartbeat.
uhm, please hurry.
At some point you will realize that you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It’s not like you’re giving up, and it’s not like you shouldn’t try. It’s just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.
the worst feeling in the entire world is feeling like you need someone for your life to be complete, literally feeling like your world would crumble to the ground without them, when they look at you as just another person that they could take or leave and be perfectly fine either way, without ever missing you once, and having to know that you would be lost without them, but they really would be just fine.
Jealousy is nothing without love.
And love is nothing without jealousy.
If a girl can put up with you through your worst days, then it’s kind of obvious that you shouldn’t let her go.
is a pretty fun game.
the battery in my mouse is dying. the flashing yellow light definitely gets annoying.
yanno, i drew a black and white thing exactly like this but a heart instead of a tree —- and everyone thought it was like support of inter racial relationships or something apparently. i didn’t mean for it to be. i just like the idea of it, so uh - yeah.
mirror, mirror, on the wall
who’s the biggest fool of all?
it must be the girl who can’t stop crying.
or maybe it’s the girl who kept on trying.
boy, you know you could have her in a
heartbeat, but she’s getting kind of sick of waiting.
crying isn’t a sign of weakness.
from birth, it shows us we are alive.
I finally understood what true love meant… love meant
that you care for another person’s happiness more than your
own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
“do you believe in soul mates?”, she asked.
he replied, “i believe in you.”
i wish people could know that other
people admire them from afar.
i miss you when something really good happens,
because you’re the one I want to share it with.
If I were a flower, I’d be a dandelion, capturing
the innocence of youth and allowing people to
make their wishes come true in the blink of an eye.
color photographs show
the color of your clothes.
Black & white photographs
show the color of your soul.
back and forth to the hospital every day. daddy’s like a roller coaster.
it’s so depressing. “/
so over the weekend,
i almost lost my dad.
scared me half to death. made me realize that stupid petty things that teens in high school call their problems, are really nothing at all.
please, if you read this and you still have your father - go give him a hug and tell him that you love him. enjoy every minute you have with him and try your hardest to talk to him as much as you possibly can. even if it’s just for a second a day. don’t let yourself regret it when he’s gone. and i guess that applies to all people.
needless to say, my weekend was a very crazy and stressful one.
and now for a few snow days. :)
i’ll edit this later and add quotes and pictures. for right now, i’m going to make bracelets.
a loyal friend laughs at your jokes when
they’re not so good, and sympathizes with
your problems when they’re not so bad.
the older you get the more you realize,
it’s less important to have more friends
and more important to have real ones.
I want to be the girl that
changed everything. the girl
that made a difference. the
girl that gave you a story to tell.
I hate that feeling, when you feel hungry,
but you don’t want any food you see, and
you can’t figure out what food you want,
and you don’t think it even exists, but
then you realize that what you want
is to see the person you’re missing.
i may only be able to count my
true friends on one hand.
that doesn’t say a lot about me
but it says everything about them.
love doesn’t require you to be perfect,
but it does require you to forgive.
when she talks to you, listen to her voice.
she may be talking about the weather
but she’s screaming she loves you.
don’t point out other peoples flaws,
because you’re not perfect, you have to look in
the mirror before you can look out the window.
I don’t want the perfect boyfriend.
I just want someone to act silly with,
someone who treats me well, & absolutely
loves being with me more than anything.
if he acts like you’re not worth his time
maybe you’re not what he wants.. you’re
just a replacement for what he can’t have.
i have no life.
and i’m sick. sooooo.
so i just really really really want someone who just wants to be with me. like, someone who will just come cuddle with me and watch movies cause i don’t feel good, or even just a best friend who will be like let’s go do something if you’re bored, when i’m just sitting here. i wish i could drive. i don’t wanna be last option, even if i do make other people that sometimes. it sucks. i suck.
Cacophobia - Fear of ugliness.
Didaskaleinophobia, Scolionophobia - Fear of going to school.
Coimetrophobia - Fear of cemeteries.
Didaskaleinophobia, Scolionophobia - Fear of going to school.
Emetophobia - Fear of vomiting.
Ermitophobia - Fear of being alone, loneliness
Glossophobia - Fear of speaking in public or of trying to speak.
Gerascophobia - Fear of growing old
adam lambert is dead sexy. too bad he’s gay, right?
and he can “sangggg”
—-> He’s going to frustrate you. Hell, he’s going to annoy the hell out of you. He’s going to contradict everything you say. He’s going to prove you wrong. He’s going to always want to be right. But he’s going to make you laugh and smile. He’s going to make you second guess things. He’s going to take care of you when you’re sick. He’s going to drive when it’s 3 in the morning to your house when your cat dies and let you cry in his arms and he’s going to just whisper that things will be alright into your hair. He’ll trace hearts into your back as he lies with you in bed. He’ll kiss you with such happiness and passion, even when he’s angry. He won’t be perfect. Fuck, he’ll mess up every damn day of his life. He’ll break things, he’ll break your heart a time or two. He’ll forget your anniversary and what day you two first fell in love or your dogs birthday, I don’t fucking know. But he’ll make up for it. He’ll hold your hair back when you’re throwing up, despite how disgusted he is. He’ll put up with your sarcasm and you’ll put up with his sexist jokes. He’ll make fun of the way you laugh yet secretly love it. The most beautiful thing between the two of you will be, I swear on my life and all that is holy, that you complete one another. That’s all. Like two pieces of a bigger puzzle. <—- WAHHHHHHHHHHH. :(
Do you know what happens when you hurt people? When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do. They make people love you a little less.
Time is priceless, but it’s free. You can’t own it, you can use it.
You can spend it. But you can’t keep it.
Once you’ve lost it you can never get it back.
it’s not about what i feel for you, it’s about what I don’t feel for anyone but you.
Be soft, do not let the world make you hard.
Do not let the pain make you hate. Do not
let the bitterness take your sweetness. Take
pride that even though the rest of the world
may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
I had a girlfriend once, and I wanted to give
her a photo of my heart. Like a x-ray of my
heart. So, I went to my doctor and complained
about pains in my chest and stuff like that. He
listened to me and looked at me and said,
There’s nothing wrong with you. So, I told him
about my plan, and he liked it, so he sent me to
the hospital and got an x-ray, after some blood tests.
- Pete Wentz
We’re so arrogant, aren’t we? So afraid of age,
we do everything we can to prevent it. We don’t
realize what a privilege it is to grow old with someone.
Someone who doesn’t drive you to commit murder
or doesn’t humiliate you beyond repair.
- P.S. i love you
I’m terrified because I don’t want anyone to have your heart.
I don’t want anyone to kiss your lips or feel your arms around them.
I don’t want anyone to be the girl you’re completely in love with.
i want someone who will let me kiss their cheek with the brightest colored lip gloss on, and they’ll just laugh because they’re proud to wear my kisses.
I’m perfectly imperfect. And to someone, that’ll be everything he wants and
needs. Despite my flaws, my shortcomings, my imperfections, someone will
love me anyway.
when i started this, anyways.
anddddddddd completely dunno how this following and such works, eh?
This is for every time you built me up just to make me cry. This is for all those things you said that turned out to be a lie. This is for every day I spent alone and I couldn’t get out of bed. This is for every night I couldn’t sleep cause you were in my head. This is for every promise you made and then later on you broke. This is for all the lies behind every word you spoke. This is for every time you brought me down and made me feel like dirt. This is for the way I feel every time I see you with her. This is for all this time I kept my stupid dream. This is for all the signs I knew I should have seen. This is for missing you every time I’m having fun. This is for loving you, despite everything you’ve done.
Although I’ve told myself a thousand times I wouldn’t text you, I have to say one thing. It’s killing me not to talk to you. Each and every memory, every word, every thought, every feeling comes rushing back. I can’t handle missing you.
All the times I’ve ever said that I missed someone weren’t true compared to how much I miss you. I miss talking to you every day. I miss all our funny stories, our laughs, our fights, and just everything. I miss your smile. I miss everything about you. Those few minutes we see each other every day really aren’t enough. They’re enough to keep me hanging on but not enough to fulfill me. I don’t know how much longer I can honestly handle this. It’s been so long already but each day is a fight. Each night is a reminder of how you’re probably texting some other girl. Just when I think I’m pathetic and I’m overthinking the whole situation, people start to tell me how cute they think we are. How were going to end up together. You text me, and tell me you miss me. You tell me you wish you saw me more. All these things give me hope, hope I shouldn’t have. I should just knock some sense in my head so I can finally believe all the things I tell myself. Believe the reality. I should get a grip on this on going situation and put a true end to it. And then I get a text from you and I have to start all over.
None of your scars can make me love you less.
You should be here, in my arms.
Everyday, I fight back the urge to text you or call you - telling myself if you really wanted to talk to me, you would.
I’ll be there when the world stops turning. I’ll be there when the storm is through. In the end I want to be standing at the beginning with you.
If God had meant for today to be perfect, he wouldn’t have invented tomorrow.
He’s hurt you the worst that anyone ever has and for some crazy, unknown reason you still have feelings for him even though everyone thinks you’re stupid for it, even though he lied, and even though he didn’t care. and really you just want more than anything to go back to the way things were before because you were so happy, he made you happy, happier then you could remember being in a long time. and then all the sudden the entire world came crashing down on you and now whenever you get upset it always goes back to that day, back to him. And you just want him to get the fact that you wouldn’t given him the world if you could’ve because you loved him that much, but he’ll never get that because for some reason all he wants to see is her.
neverland is just around the corner
i’m done with this “getting older”