DID YOU KNOW…

THAT IF SHAKE YOUR PHONE WHILE PLAYING WORDS WITH FRIENDS IT MIXES UP THE LETTERS AT THE BOTTOM?!?!?!?!
heck yes i just sat there for a good solid minute smacking the side of my phone watching the letters jumble up.

oh, AND - Jesus broke the water line at my school so we got out really early so that i could get the Mcdonalds breakfast that i’ve been wanting for about a week now. he’s my best friend. :) oh, and i can’t eat it before school because it normally makes my tummy sick.

and everything that i’ve said this morning after i’ve gotten home i have managed to turned into some sort of repetitive annoying song in a weird voice, what is my deal?

so i have my foot in the chair, phone balancing on knee so that i can get enough signal to send my word on words with friends, phone starts to fall…quickly, lightning fast boon county ninja cat-like reflexes kick in and i save it before it ever even gets past my thigh. oh yeah. that’s right. ;)

gosh if people saw how cool i am when i am home alone….i wouldn’t be home alone.

oh my, i really need more friends.
such a pretty day and here i sit. hmph.
at least my lissa loves me.
too bad she’s in florida.

screw all of you people with boyfriends and someone to always hangout with or 943580492 best friends that are always doing something cool.
i am feeling so just like, weird right now.
like the feeling i have is just screw everything. like, i’ve accepted that i’m probably going to like the same person forever who clearly doesn’t feel the same way and i’m just never going to let anyone else in or like anyone else because i always shut everyone else out that even tries to talk to me because well, quite frankly, i don’t want to talk to like anyone else. so really it’s my fault, but whatever. there are plenty of people with bigger problems in the world. i’ve been single for 17 years already, so it’s certainly not going to kill me to be forever alone. i think i’ll nap until american idol. i hope i don’t dream my terrible dreams. i hate that i bore everyone with my problems and thoughts when they don’t really care. i want my mood from yesterday back, or this morning. i want to not let myself sit here and think until i get upset. i want to be able to shut off my feeling. i want to be the controller of how my day goes and not someone else. i want someone to hug and hold and kiss and that wants to hug me and hold me and kiss me back. i want a bunch of friends who always want me to do something. i want a banana split. i want pop to not go flat. i want to not live in the middle of nowhere. i want to be completely different than how i am. i want someone to love me for exactly what i am. i want to be one of those people who just loves and is friends with everyone. i want to not be here. i want to sleep all of my petty problems away. i want to look at things differently. i want to not care about people or things so much. i want to be super happy go lucky all the time. i want to feel like i don’t need to like anyone. i want to not be stupid. i want to have all a’s again. i want to stop complaining and realize that i am blessed and things aren’t gonna change until i make them by changing myself, but i don’t know how to not let little things get to me or how to not feel unimportant. [rambles on for days about things that make no difference but makes herself feel better until she gets really sleepy and naps probably]

okay so actually the biggest part of my problem is just that i’m lame and don’t drive and i think/feel way too much. i’d probably be good if it weren’t for that. lol.

and what actually has made me the maddest today is that i woke up early, wasted a bunch of time straightening my hair (which is a mega weird color today) and a face full of make-up (that actually decided to stay on today) for one hour of school. :|

but hey, i’m not gonna complain as long as i got out of school…. even though i technically just did? whatever. lol. i’m good now.

i like my other blog more for pictures i think. i just like using this one to vent, butttttt, gotta make it pretty still.

i wish that everyone either shared their emotions like i do, or i didn’t share my emotions, like everyone else.

I’ve been waiting my whole life for the right guy to come
along, and then you showed up. And you’re nothing like
the man I imagined. You’re cynical and cranky and impossible.
But the truth is fighting with you is the best thing that’s ever
happened to me. And I think there’s a very good chance
that I’m falling in love you with.
- 27 dresses - i wanna watch that movie again. of course i don’t remember it well.

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.

^ I HAD THAT. PLEASEEEE TELL ME SOMEONE ELSE REMEMBERS THESE! :D

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. - aw. that’s exciting.

i think any picture of people smiling and kissing is just so so so adorable. :)

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an 8 year old again! I want to go down to McDonalds and think it’s a five-star restaurant. I want to thinking that M&M’s are better than money because you can eat them. I want to eat a whole package of candy without feeling guilty about it afterwards. I want to return to when all you knew were colors, multiplication tables and nursery rhymes. I want to return to when you didn’t know and didn’t care. I want to remember the whole morning was filled of what your Mom had packed for lunch and the whole afternoon what you were having for dinner. When a simple matchbox car or barbie doll represented  a whole week’s worth of entertainment. When you actually had an imagination. When magic really existed. When ‘Jaws’ didn’t look fake. I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good would always triumph over evil. When a member of the opposite sex was just some annoying disturbance. When friends were real and you didn’t care if they were black, white, catholic, asian, african, muslim, fat, skinny, pink, green or from a whole different planet, it just didn’t matter… until someone told you different. I want to believe that anything is possible all you have to do is dream. I want it to be unknown to me the complexities of life and to be completely ecstatic by the little things again like the sound of the ice cream truck. I don’t want to know of school, homework, clothes, friendship, relationships, popularity or even gossip. I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams and human kind. - This

Love the heart that hurts you, but never hurt the heart that loves you.

:O why have i not played sims all day!? oh yeah, cause i’m old…. and i’m too lazy to create a whole new family. takes wayyy too long.

I believe in sleeping in. I believe in giving 100% when you only have 80%. I believe in jamming out by yourself in the car. I believe in kisses on the forehead. I believe in smiling until your cheeks hurt. I believe that you can have just as much fun sober. I believe in taking chances and making mistakes. I believe in having someone tell you that you’re beautiful. I believe in swinging on swings and running in the rain. I believe in miracles and random acts of kindness. I believe in saying hello to anyone and everyone. I believe in second chances. I believe that everyone’s lucky to be alive.

aoidviuWHgv. well hello.

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.

Why the heart? Why do we always refer to our heart when we talk about love? Emotions and love are really in our brain, so why don’t we just say, “I love you with all my limbic system”? — I WONDER THIS ALL THE TIME. cept i say that you love with your soul, so i swore that i was going to stop saying that i love people “with all my heart” because like my daddy used to say, your heart is just a pump, it’s an organ, it is not what makes us love. so yeah. i love you with all my soul.

my phone died. i loveeeee that song. i wish that many people would do covers of it. “/ she’s got nothing on adele though. i’m on an adele kick right now bad. like, the same 3 songs over and over and over. yeah.

I’m not like anyone you’ve ever known, and maybe that scares you a little bit because here you are with a girl that actually cares for you and for once in your life, you don’t know how to deal with that

i never know which ones of the houses i’ve used? but i’m just too lazy to go and look and try to figure it out. oooooops.

and it’s so cold in this house. i picked some seriously long quotes today. shew. AND i guess i had a lot to say, but what else is new?

i forreal feel sorry for you that follow me cause I definitely clog your dashes with my venting. apologies. ;)

well fuck prom…

and everyone and everything that has to do with it

….anddddd that’s all i have to say about that.

i really really really miss my dad.

it’s harder. i can talk about it without even whimpering and i feel so cold, but my heart literally hurts and all i want is for him to be here to hug me. like you really have no idea. no one really has any idea at all. this is one hurt that i can’t even describe and it will never go away and he’ll never come back and i need him. i’m still just a kid.

and i realized while trying on dresses today with my absolutely gorgeous best friend that being a size 0 means absolutely nothing but i can’t even stop losing weight. i’m not even doing it on purpose.

i also realized that i am not happy with myself at all.

i mean,  i hate my body.
i hate my stomach.
i hate all my stretch marks.
i hate my bruises cause i get them if you just touch me.
i hate my hair and how it does what it wants no matter what.
i hate that my make-up looks like pure shit at the end of the day and no one even bothers to tell me.
i hate my bottom teeth.
i hate how pale and sensitive my skin is.
i hate my hair color.
i hate that i can only sing in a certain range and can’t go high at all.
i hate how big my nose is.
i hate my toenails.
i hate my back.
i hate my clothes and how i don’t even fit into them.
i hate how my hair gets tatty stringy and greasy in a matter of hours.
i hate how my face stays broken out looking and so uneven on one side.
i hate that i have two different ears.
i hate that my eyes never look the same.
i hate that i always use too much nail polish and get it everywhere.
i hate my eyebrows and how they grow overnight.
i hate my peach fuzz blonde mustache on my face.
i hate that my wrists are too small to wear normal sized bracelets.
i hate how hairy my arms are, and i am in general.
i hate how jealous i am and how easily i let things get to me.
i hate that i bore everyone with my problems when they have problems of their own.
i hate how easily i open up to everyone.
i hate how people are so fake.
i hate high school period.
i hate that my boobs shrunk and there’s not a bra that’s really my perfect size.
i hate that i have no butt whatsoever.
i hate that i can never put together outfits and look super cute.
i hate that my hair won’t curl, or do anything but lay flat to my head, for that matter.
i hate how teeny tiny small my lips are.
people think being skinny is so fun and its not. you’re just bony and then what meat you do have is all flabby. and then you can’t be fat cause then people are all on your to be skinny, then when you’re skinny they’re all on your for not eating when you clearly do. it’s like no matter what i do look like or say i can never win, so why even try.
there’s just about nothing about myself that i wouldn’t change. my eyes, maybe. and that’s about all. everything else i would love to change or rearrange or get rid of. i seriously can’t find beauty in myself by the end of the day and i can’t stand to look at myself and that’s just sad. it’s like i’m stuck in a body that i don’t even want but i have to make due. i guess you’re never really satisfied with yourself though, so whatever. what can ya do?

anyway, i’m so sleepy and i have homework. i took me a cat nap though a little earlier by accident. butttttt i just needed to vent a little i guess. and here’s about the only place that i could openly vent without getting fed some bullshit about how wonderful i am when i know they’re just saying it out of pity, or get shrunk and almost put into therapy or something, or would care i guess. i mean, clearly you can’t care since you’re like a website, but it’s better to bother an empty box with my problems and insecurities than someone who doesn’t care, want to hear it, or know what to say, i guess. i need to quit being annoying and talking so much. i never ever shut up. i ruin everything and over think and over analyze and worry about everything until i make it non enjoyable. i dunno, i’m a screw up some days. and some days other people are too. dicks.

this world is so full of cold hearted fake immature people who just don’t care and find humor in other people’s pain and insecurities and it’s sickening. it blesses my soul to find someone who truly does. one of those people that you just know really wants you to be happy. that’s nice. there should be more of those people around.

i smell good. i need to make myself eat more but i feel like i have heartburn and i’ve been kinda sick to my stomach and shaky all day. i really hate school more every single day that i enter the building and i become increasingly annoyed with the people and teachers in it as well. it’s just terrible. the same old thing every single day. having to dread each class that you don’t understand and fail because you really have no other choice. i can’t understand chemistry and pre calculus even if i try. and the fact that everyone has just decided to stop talking to me and that they don’t need me in their lives, well - that’s cool too. i don’t need you either. makes me easier to lose all of you so whatever. and yes, it’s bound to happen. i’ve come to the conclusion that eventually you will lose everyone. like everyone you love and think will never leave you will and then new come and i’ll get too attached to them and then they’ll leave too and it’s a viscous cycle and it’s sad, but it’s a part of life so what can you do. blah. just one of those mondays.

oh, and did i mention that i miss my dad?

she’s so naturally pretty and so is that place. salty.

I took one big step and I looked away and then I thought of all the things that I wanted to say. I’m always too late, you never got your story straight. I’m always up late, I think I’m everything you hate.

he’s blind. and he is absolutely beautiful to me.

Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind.
Please wear the face, the one where you smile,
Because you lighten up my heart when I start to cry.

And I hear your words that I made up
You say my name like there could be an us
I best tidy up my head I’m the only one in love

You shower me with words made of knives

Sometimes not even the truth can change your mind when someone can mean so much to you.

No matter how powerful and real your feelings may be for someone, if that person cannot fully and honestly return them and therefore actively love you back, these feelings mean nothing.

would you wait if i wrote you a perfect song tonight?
to make your heart stand still & make your chest grow tight
but i’ll never write a perfect line
& i don’t know why i even waste my time & try
& for the longest time, i couldn’t love her to save my life

He is a man made up entirely of your excuses. And the minute you stop making excuses for him, he will completely disappear from your life.

i love eyes

owls
anchors
penguins
castle houses
creepy trees
cute little birds like sparrows
anatomically correct hearts
bows
my sisters cat
forehead/nose/hand kisses
british accents
babies
ring pops
spiral staircases
when people play with my hair
deep conversatons
sparkly things
the smell of spring
when people return compliments instead of just thanking you for them
holding hands
coloring
little kid things
getting gifts for people
singing
being held so tight i get warm
black and white
victorian printed things
when people tell me things about myself that let me know how well they know me
surprises
lillies
gentlemen
cartoon movies
pictures
the rare times when people actually say exactly what you want them to in reply
heart beats
my birthday
jellyfish
colorful decorated or toe socks
bird cages
when people remember little things about me
mommy-ing things/people
when people tell me they love me and/or miss me
really good long hugs
the feeling you get when you know someone is really glad to see you
making people smile laugh and feel special
cranberry pomegranate juice
and my daddy. i miss him more every day.

I love people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward or imperfect. Because that’s natural. And that’s real.

Perhaps we give the best of our hearts uncritically to those who hardly think about us at all.

just kiss me.

my life would be so much better if some people would just disappear.
not like die. i mean, i don’t want anyone to die.
i just want them to maybe move away. far, far away.

i want to be enough for you.
i want to be the person that, as long as you have - you don’t even need anyone else.

do you ever want to just stop talking to people? just quit talking to everyone, not say hi first, not try anymore - just to see who would make the effort to talk to -you-. to see who cares enough about you to put themselves in your life?

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.

Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives. A plan that anyone within their circle would agree was accomplishable. They were best friends, lovers and soul mates, destined to be together, everyone thought. But as it happened, one day destiny greedily changed its mind.
- P.S. I Love You, Cecilia Ahern.

If you’re getting pushed away, don’t hold on tighter. Letting go when you’re getting pushed is the only way he will feel what it’s like without you. Even though it’s the hardest thing to do, do it for him.

Cause that’s what life’s about. It’s about the times where you lay in the grass next to someone you love. It’s about the color of the sky, it’s about a roaring fire on a winter eve. Everybody hurts, everybody bleeds. Everyone laughs & smiles & loves. & that’s all that it is. There’s no meaning of life, it’s nothing that can be defined. It’s a matter of writing your own definition.

i would like to wear -

those little umbrellas that go in your drinks, in my hair. :D

It’s funny how long guys take to figure out what a girl likes, when all a guy really needs to do is actually listen.

You’re so cute, it’s unbearable.

that half smile when i say or do something so incredible stupid. that look that says you love me anyway. that voice you use when you talk to animals. the way you’re actually so good with your little cousins. the way you act like you’re so tough and you get defensive about the people/things you love, yet you’d never actually do anything about it. your competitive streak. the way you notice when i have new things. the way you subtly ask to find out all the details of where i’ve been. the way your hands always feel clammy. the way you shake your hair out of your eyes. the way your lips lay when you’re concentrating. your scars. the way you’re so insecure about so many things. the way everything that has your name on it has to be near perfect. the looks you give when you get shocked, disappointed, or amazed. the way you squeal like a little girl when you get really excited. the way you like to scare me when you drive. the way you fight back, but never enough to actually hurt me. the way you let me complain even though you can’t stand it. the way you let me push you and hit you and tell you i hate you all the time. the way you give me butterflies when you hold my hands and tell me that you’ve wanted to hug me all day. the way you keep up with something if you really like it. how you’re so shy and stubborn. how you can openly tell me anything and never think twice about it. when you say aw or say little kids or things are “cute”. and that’s not even all.

We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

i know you still like her. every time you even say her name or mention her in conversation, or i see you talking to her, it cuts like a knife. and i mean it literally. like it feels like my heart drops to the pit of my stomach and i need to throw up. you act like a friend to me, which is what you are - but i expect more so i always end up hurt. i’m so wrapped up in my own idea of what you should treat me like, what someone who supposedly “likes” me should treat me like, that i expect more than i should and end up disappointed. it’s hard to be your best friend when all i want to do is just hold your hand all the time and just keeeeees you, but i can definitely do it, as long as it means still having you. but idk how that will work for me when you find someone else, which you’re clearly going to. cause everyone loves you. and you aren’t hung up on anyone and i’m obviously not what you’re looking for or EVER going to be with. cause if i were, then we would already be together. and probably would have been a long time ago. but still, no one understands us really, idt. i don’t even think i completely do. all i know is that i really truly and honestly cannot ever see my life without you and i don’t want to have to. i’ve never felt the way i do about anyone else in the world and it’s sad to think that even that is not enough. nothing i could ever do will make you go back to that same little sweetheart who liked me last thanksgiving and was constantly complimenting me and sending me nice things and wanted to marry me and adopt chinese kids and called that house ours and made me completely fall for him without ever even knowing it. i miss that kid, if you find him - me and him could have something special. even more special than this amazing best friends thing we have now. i just wish you’d let me break you down. talk to you. find out what’s going on inside that mind of yours. if you’re scared, or don’t like feeling helpless or just flat out mean. you have to let go sometime. you are eventually going to have to let down your wall and i want to be the one to break it down. like, you think i’m not scared of how i feel? it’s terrifying to know that one person controls how every day you have is and it’s scary to give someone the power to hurt you or make you so happy and have to trust that they won’t and forgive them when they do. it terrifies me to think that you mean so much to me and it terrifies me to think about losing you, but idk. i just don’t knowwwwwwwwww. i’m just getting so tired of this waiting, more than friends one day, sorry charlie the next, wondering if you’re talking to other people and saying the same nice things you used to say to me, wondering if when you’re with me you’d rather be with someone else, feeling like i’m a burden or annoyance to you when i want to talk or text you a novel or just want a hug. someone who likes you like you tell me and have told me that you do, shouldn’t make you feel like that. they should make you feel beautiful and special and like they want to be around you and stuff. really, i can count on one hand how many times you’ve complimented me in the past probably like 3 months. you don’t even give em when i hint. like seriously, no wonder i’m so insecure. because it doesn’t matter if every single human being on this earth tells me that i am the most beautiful person that they have ever seen - if i don’t hear it from you, then i will not believe that it’s true. why? because you’re the only one that i want to think i’m beautiful or funny or amazing. i don’t care if everyone else does, if you don’t - then i don’t. you’re the only one i really want to think that. and i just can’t do anything to make you think that. which just shows that i’m really not what you’re looking for. and i can’t make myself be, ever. this is what i am. i’m just best friend material, always. and no matter how many others may like me, if they aren’t you, then i’m not satisfied. i’ve been told not to settle. but honestly, if i didn’t have you, i would be settling. but then again, if i did - i would be settling too. settling for less than what i want to believe i deserve. someone who makes me feel like a princess. who tells me i’m beautiful, and really thinks that i am. that sends me good morning and good night and makes me believe that i’m worth something and that i’m special. but if its not from you, i’m not going to believe it anyway. so it’s kind of a lose lose situation. and you can say its just not you to be sweet and lovable and stuff, but i’ve seen it, read it, and i know you’re capable. you just don’t want to. it’s like the more you’re with me, the less you like me, and the more i’m with you, the more i like you. it just sucks. i hate seeing everyone else and just wishing i had that. yet i love what we do have, because i know you love me as a best friend and i know you do care about me. maybe not near as much as i do you - but you do. and it’s like, that’s enough for me. i just wish you’d read these one day. 1:13 definitely going to be cranky in the morning. definitely going to fail this chemistry quiz. definitely have to sleep.

Why does Facebook bother giving the option of “liking” my own comment? Of course I like my own comments. I’m fucking hilarious.

If you’re planning to lie to me, then make sure I don’t find out the truth.

It takes just one person to make you feel beautiful. They show you that it’s okay to let your guard down; that it’s okay to be yourself. Everyone needs someone that makes them feel special and I hope that someone is you.

Forget about all the reasons why something may not work. What you only need to do is find one good reason why it will.

so how exactly is it that you go from being lovable one day when we hang out to entirely stand offish the next? i don’t understand that. do you just pick days to like me, or pick days to pretend to, or what? why only when it’s convenient for you. i know you don’t feel the same way i do, i know you don’t really care about what i have to say, and i know that you don’t have feelings for me like i do you, or really want to be with me. you only say you do when you get scared. but then you act like you expect me to talk to you all the time and tell you everything i do and stuff just like i expect you to do, yet you don’t want to be with me. you just don’t want anyone else to either. but you’re just not like the rest. and you’re not just sitting around waiting like me. i feel like you’d go out with someone else if given the chance, heck - you told me that you would, pretty much. that incident just really took a toll on me. but it’s like, i feel like i have to. and i mean, i want to. i don’t want anything else. i’m satisfied with what i have and i know if either of us went on and had a relationship with someone else, we would never be the same. never be as close. it just would mess us up. and then, i would never want to hurt you - ever. and i feel like maybe somewhere deep down, that would….. or you’d just be relieved. yanno, whatever. lolol.

Its hard getting up early to decide what to wear for you. Its hard putting on make-up every single day. It’s hard to always try to get your attention. Show me that you’re worth it. Just notice me once in a while

so i’m pretty sure my life will get a little better on the 8th.

new season of my life as liz!

:D

I’m sorry for not being perfect, for not being the one you wanted. I’m sorry I’m not pretty, or not tall enough. I’m sorry that I’m so screwed up, but I’m just an average teenage girl, stumbling through my imperfect world.

Girl Language: When I said sorry, believe me I feel it. When you see me starting to cry, hold me and tell me everything’s gonna be alright. When I ignore you, give me your attention. When I’m quiet, ask me what’s wrong. When I push or hit you, grab me and don’t let go. When I’m mad and I walked away from you, follow me. If I didn’t text you, it’s because I’m waiting for you to text me. When I say I love you, Don’t doubt. I mean it.

Be careful to whom you give your heart to because when you give your heart to someone, you’re not only giving that person the right to love you but also the power to hurt you.

Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you are a good person and a good friend. What is meant to be will end up good if what is not won’t. Relationships are worth fighting for but sometimes you can’t be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don’t, you must move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don’t lose something real. Always fight, until you can’t anymore, and then be fought for.

Don’t waste time lingering over all that you could have, should have and would have done. Don’t spend your days thinking of how much better you could do; don’t long for something that has been and always will be out of your reach. Just live the days as they come. Wake up every morning and smile at the wonderful day that awaits. And when opportunity comes knocking on your door, don’t ignore it. Don’t run away. Pull yourself together, and open the door. Let love in.

Too many people spend money they haven’t earned, to buy things they don’t want, to impress people they don’t like.

i wanna shout everything i feel about you. but i can’t, because it would only hurt me to see everyone listening, everyone except you.

God gave me 5 fingers for a reason. My pinky is for my best friends and our promises that will never be broken, my ring finger is for marriage and for proof that we’ll be together forever, my middle finger is for that person that pushes me too far and to show them how I feel, my pointer finger is to silence them, to savor the moment, my thumb is for everyone, to let them know that I’m gonna be okay. No matter what.

I hate that my stomach isn’t flat. I hate that I’m not confident, funny, or cute. I hate that I’m not as pretty as other girls. I hate that you’ll never look at me the way you look at her. But at least I can admit that I’m not perfect nor will I ever try to be. And that’s what I love about myself.

all those hidden emotions just came crashing down on me. You told me you wanted to just be friends and I immediately regretted ever giving you my heart. It’s funny how you can love someone, but no power in the world can make them love you back.

circle the drain.

i love that song.

so i need to be studying chemistry and junk, buttttt yanno - i have it instilled in my head that i absolutely can not do it, and honestly i really don’t think that i can. it’s so tough. killing me to have a c though. that is notttt cool.

but anyways, so the photo post thingy majig button on here wouldn’t work the first few times i tried it, but now it will. so i thought about making all my post actualy photo ones instead of text ones with pictures added, but then i couldn’t do my quotes in between like i like. and it doesn’t really matter anyways because this is pretty much for me considering there’s not many who look at it? so yeah. lol.

I’m not like anyone you’ve ever known, and maybe that scares you a little bit because here you are with a girl that actually cares for you and for once in your life, you don’t know how to deal with that

People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you’ll know exactly what to do.

It’s crazy how he can’t bear to see me by another guys side, but he doesn’t want me right by his, either.

I don’t understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little, if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that’s the day she has a date with destiny. And it’s best to be as pretty as possible for destiny.

have a sweatshirt just like this one. :)

when my internet randomly stops working - i always take it as a sign that i need to go do my homework…..
because usually that is the case.

my god, that is one BEAUTIFUL smile.

Get off the computer. Go fall in love or something.

The best relationship is when ;
you both know you’re in love with each other, yet you remain friends.
And your feelings grow stronger.

He’s the kind of boy i’d love to get stuck with on the top of the Ferris Wheel.

my retainers make me have a lisp.

I want to be the kind of person who can do that. Move on and forgive people and be healthy and happy. It seems like an easy thing to do in my head. But it’s not so easy when you try it in real life.

i don’t know why we all hang onto something we know were better off letting go. it’s like we’re scared to lose what we don’t even really have. some of us say we’d rather have that then nothing at all, but the truth is, to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all.

ignoring things doesn’t make them go away; it just makes them so much worse.

do you ever want to just stop talking to people? just quit talking to everyone, not say hi first, not try anymore - just to see who would make the effort to talk to -you-. to see who cares enough about you to put themselves in your life?

i’ve always wanted to fake my death, just to see who would come to the funeral and how everyone would be. morbid and terrible, i know - but so so true.

so what would it take for you to really tell me how you feel?
would i have to be on my deathbed, have some life threatening disease, move to another country?
it shouldn’t have to take so much just to get you to say what you feel…

Our psychological state allows us to see only what we want/need/feel to see at a particular time.
what five words do you see?

i want to be enough for you.
i want to be the person that, as long as you have - you don’t even need anyone else.

In love, never put yourself in the situation where you are not sure where you stand in someone’s life. Never expect, never assume. So that if they choose to drop you, you have enough strength to move on.

you just need to be with the person who makes you smile even if it means waiting.