the great gatsby.
should be reading it. haven’t started. due monday, with an assignment that i had to go to the school today and get. yay.
Where the heck did THAT come from?!
Sincerely, afraid to sleep now.
i want someone to hold me tight, play with my hair, touch my face, kiss me, hug me and spin me around, hold my hand and play with my fingers, ticklestratch me, kiss my forehead/nose/hands, look into my eyes and tell me they love me so i know they mean it, see me do something stupid or hear me say something stupid and just laugh and tell me they love me, look at me and realize how much that they love me and how beautiful they think that i am and just smile, even when i’m not looking at them. and want to do all of that. so yeah, uhm, pretty much i just want someone to fall in love with me. and that’s it.
Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.
I’ve never been scared of someone before. Sometimes a little intimidated, but never scared. But you, you scare me with your beautiful eyes & your amazing smile. I’m so scared that I’ll fall for you & want to love you forever, but you won’t feel the same so i’ll just get hurt and i’ll never allow myself to find anyone else to take your place, because i feel like you are the best thing for me and all that i deserve. so i’ll just be miserable, forever, while you’re going along your marry way with someone else, loving them ten times as much as you ever even thought about or attempted to even care for me.
Dear kids standing in the hall,
I know you can’t walk and talk at the same time, but could you at LEAST move to the side?
You didn’t say anything to hurt me. It was all the things you wouldn’t say, all the things I could see in your eyes & you wouldn’t share with me. It was all those things that made me hurt
I could go on and on about how big of a
jerk you are and how much I hate you.
But at the end of the day when my head
hits the pillow, you can bet your last dime
that I’ll still thank God that you’re in my life.
I want to be the girl you hit a homerun for. The one you score a goal for. The one you write a song for. The one you draw a picture for. The one who can make you smile and laugh without even trying. The one you stay up all night thinking of. The one who makes your heart skip a beat.
if i died tomorrow, would you have any regrets?
I want to marry you because you
are the first person I want to look
at when I wake up in the morning,
and the only person I want to kiss
goodnight. Because the first time
that I saw these hands, I couldn’t
imagine not being able to hold them.
- Definitely, Maybe
i should start posting all those “forever alone” things, cause that’s me. :(
screw you all and all your plans and friends and your not having any time for me or flat out not wanting to hang with me. and screw sickness from keeping me from going to chain smoking aunt’s house to stay with my cousins from florida like i normally would be. break sucks. yeahhhhh.
The reason she doesn’t talk first is because she has a “vision” of a boy going out of his way just for her.
we may not be right for each other, but we’re young, the whole “soul-mates” thing doesn’t exist this young. we live in a world where all we do is strive for more. but why can’t we be happy with what we already have? if you can take a lesson from “you never know what you got, until it’s gone”, maybe we’d learn to appreciate what we have more often. you can’t always get the perfect moment, all you can do is make the best out of the circumstances. because there will never be the perfect guy, but there will be the guy you learned to love; his flaws and everything else in between.
Let’s play a game. I’ll keep you guessing and you’ll never win. Yeah, games are supposed to be your thing, but I’ve been practicing.
When words become useless, hold her hand.
thankfully my computer doesn’t yet either, butttt it did make me laugh. :)
i want to be the one you want. the one you need.
your reason for getting up in the morning,
rushing breakfast and hurrying about to catch a bus and a train
or even a fucking helicopter just to come & see me.
i want to know that you are mine & mine only.
i want that, just that one thing from you.
i want that nail polish. i really, really do.
waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought; useless & disappointing. -a cinderella story
Stultum est timere quod vitare non potes. -
It is foolish to fear what you cannot avoid.
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.