expectation.

disappointment.

i need to find more quotes before i do this.

i feel like a hypocrite as much glitter as i’ve been wearing.

and my wireless mouse is dying and for the life of me i cannot find any batteries.

cold, need to pee, and need to clean my room and the hamster cage, what else is new?

oh, and i LOVE the mom on good luck charlie.

i really would love to have a snuggie right now, no lie.

I see myself as a crayon, I may not be your favorite color, but I know someday, you will need me to complete your picture.

Speak the truth, even if your voice shakes.

SEASON 2. HEEEEEEEEEEEEECK YEAH. but imma be SO PISSED if Bryson and Liz don’t get together. like, it will ruin it for me, dude.

lol ^ i would send this, for sure.

lol, i love glozelle.

I could kiss a million guys and it still wouldn’t mean as much as holding your hand. ♥

it hurts so much to think that i’m not the only one you’re saying goodnight to.

Tie your shoe laces so you won’t fall for anyone else.

I like a guy who pays attention to the smallest details. It’s cute when a guy knows the little things you like, hate, and small random facts about you. It’s nice if they don’t just pay attention to the big things and actually know you. It’s such a surprise to hear them when they know something about you that you didn’t even know that they knew.

My suggestion? Never get too attached to anyone because attachments leads to expectations and expectations leads to disappointments.

i need to quit ignoring the people

who actually like me and want to hang out with me. haha.

You never realize how much you like someone until you watch them like someone else.

i always say that i don’t hate people, and i mean, i really don’t think that i do. like, i don’t want anyone to die or anything - but there are some people that just the THOUGHT of makes me so angry that i get tears in my eyes. like really really just cannot stand some people. not even the thought of them. sjdgoiJEg. fuck you.

the key is to trust people to be who they are. instead, we trust who we want them to be, & when they aren’t, we cry.

i want to draw with chalk.

there is some hurt that we just never get over. and we tell ourselves that in time,
we’ll get better. but you know, hurt just hurts.

mistakes are always forgivable, if one has the courage to admit them.

i think part of the reason why we hold onto something so tight for so long is because we fear something so great will never happen twice.

it’s crazy how you think you actually meant something to someone, and they just turn around and prove you wrong.

the worse thing is caring about someone, wondering how they are & what they’re up to
when the truth is they’ve stopped wondering about you a long time ago.

Sooo, why is every song out there and every quote and just everything all about love. love love love. people are so pressured to fall in love. from the time that we’re so little we’re taught that that’s the most important thing. you know, fairy tales and all that shit. like that’s the only way you can have a “happily ever after”. so kids grow up just looking for that. and when they don’t find it, they’re heartbroken. that’s not real. it doesn’t happen that way and usually doesn’t end that way either. so glad we’re just setting ourselves up for disappointment. it’s all overrated. love is overrated. i’m in such a raw mood today. whatever.

oh boy.

Venephobia, Carpophobia - Fear of wrists or veins

You don’t love a girl because of beauty. You love her because she sings a song only you can understand

uhm, i’m running out of quotes. lol. guess i needa go lookin’ on some xanga.

i can’t help but remember everything. i mean, you see somebody and you think about all they’ve ever said and done. the good and the bad. it all comes back to you, and it feels so right and hurts so bad all at once.

But they’d loved each other. With the wisdom of time and passing of years, she knew that. She knew, too, that love didn’t evaporate. It faded, perhaps, lost its weight like bones left out in the sun, but it didn’t go away.

have you ever wondered about the things we tell ourselves as we’re falling asleep? we whisper words in the dark, telling ourselves that we’re happy, that he’s happy, that people will change their minds. we persude ourselves that we can live without the people who have left us behind. each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate hope that when we wake up in the morning, it will all be true.

bet i’m reusing like a billion of theseeeee quotes i’m postin’.

Everyone wants to know why I won’t let you
go. It’s because if I walk away I know you
won’t come after me.

I don’t know why I like him, especially because he’s the reason I’m always upset. I get upset when I find out he likes my best friend. I get upset when he says I’m a bitch sometimes, I’m upset when he doesn’t go out of his way to talk to me. I’m upset that he just doesn’t give a shit. He makes me cry for no reason, and yet he’s the most beautiful and sweetest boy I think I’ve ever met. It’s all fucking exhausting. It honestly makes no sense. All I know is that its impossible for me to NOT like him.

if you love someone tell them
forget about the rules or the fear of looking ridiculous
what is truly ridiculous is passing up an opportunity
to tell someone your heart is invested in them.

so i was thinking about spending the rest of my life with rob dyrdek….

all these posts are probably getting REALLY annoying to those whole 2 followers i have. lol.

Pediculophobia, Phthiriophobia - Fear of lice.

Philophobia - Fear of falling in love or being in love.

dear pandora, ads are getting REAL annoying every time i skip a song, stop it. kthx.

Phobophobia - Fear of phobias.

Phronemophobia - Fear of thinking.

Rhytiphobia - Fear of getting wrinkles.

Spheksophobia - Fear of wasps.

Tomophobia - Fear of surgical operations.

Tropophobia - Fear of moving or making changes

11:11

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”