i drink so much pop…

and eat so unhealthily that it’s a wonder i’m still alive. lol.

When a good person dies, there should be
an impact on the world. Somebody should
notice. Somebody should be upset.
- House

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

If you’re feeling frightened about what comes next,
don’t be. Embrace the uncertainty. Allow it to lead
you places. Be brave as it challenges you to exercise
both your heart and your mind as you create your
own path towards happiness, don’t waste time with
regret. Spin wildly into your next action. Enjoy the
present, each moment, as it comes; because you’ll
never get another one quite like it. And if you should
ever look up and find yourself lost, simply take a
breath and start over. Retrace your steps and go back
to the purest place in your heart… where your hope
lives. You’ll find your way again.
- Gilmore Girls

without the dark, we’d never see the stars.

i want to be the person that you just can’t wait to see so that you can give me a great big hug because you’ve been wanting to for hours. the person that you want to see, even if just for a few minutes because you just love me that much, i want to be the person that you think about when you see something beautiful, and i want to be the one you wish was by your side when you see a cute couple or two people in love walk by you.

Some days, I get such a sick feeling. Everything about my life seems so empty, so meaningless. Each minute holds something familiar, something I saw yesterday and the days before. Every second seems to drag on, and my heart feels so lonely. I feel so bored with my life and everything in it. and then other days, everything feels so great. The sky sings pretty songs of love and I can’t stop smiling. Everything I encounter gives me that same feeling of the warm sun on your skin after you’ve been cold so long. I have hope and everything is bright and new and so, lovely

A teenager once asked an old man, “in a relationship, which is more important: to be loved or to love?”
Then he replied, “Which is more important to a bird? The left wing or the right?” - this.

Today I was talking with my best guy friend while he was saying he should’ve
done this, he should’ve done that. I laughed and said, “You really don’t get it,
do you? All a girl really wants is a guy to care for her, to text her back, to give
her his jacket when she’s cold. It’s that simple. If any girl tells you otherwise,
she’s probably not worth it.

i’m going to start agreeing with anything negative anyone says about me and making a joke of it so that they feel stupid and don’t get the satisfaction of feeling like they brought me down

if you really liked me, i wouldn’t have to force you to just give me a hug. you’d want to. and you wonder why i’m so insecure…

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.

Dear subconscience,
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?
Sincerely, annoyed

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

11:11

just kiss me, like really kiss me
with fireworks and butterflies and the whole nine yards

i just want someone to text me good morning and goodnight even if they don’t say a single word to me for the rest of the day.

you tell me what you like about other people but not what you like about me. at least there’s no false hope, eh?

Only two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I’m not sure about the former.

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.

You mean the world to me, I just hope that you feel the same about me too.

No matter how many quotes and song lyrics you post up, or however much you write your heart out, sometimes words just can’t describe how you feel. You just have to feel it for yourself and that’s all there is to it.

Please don’t go. You see you came into my life for a reason, and I need you to find out what reason that is.

you wanna know what’s worst than finding out someone lied to you? hearing them lie to you still after you’ve already found out the truth.

i love holding hands. like, i could just lay there all day and hold hands and talk and watch movies and do nothing but just hold hands. i can’t even explain the feeling of it. i just feel, safe and cared about and i love it. :)

i want s’mores.

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.

snow day.

and i should be reading as i lay dying.

ohhh well.

:)

aw. bloo! i miss that showwwww.

i don’t even like roses, or skulls, but oddly enough i like this picture?

sometimes you don’t need to confront
a person. you just need to act differently
for them to figure out their fault.

everyone tries to impress that special someone,
but if you can’t get them by being yourself, then
they can’t be that special.

It’s only when you see people looking ridiculous
that you realize just how much you love them.

just because i’m here for you all the time
doesn’t mean you can take me for granted.

you know you love someone when
you save their texts and re-read
them when no one is watching.

i’m jealous of the people who
get to see you every day.

that little girl is beautiful. <3.

don’t force them to love you. Force them
to leave you and whoever insists to stay
is the one who truly loves you.

a bouquet of carrots for valentine’s day?

yes please.

cutest part of that movie i tell you.

:)

uhm, i love you.

life isn’t all about love, or friends, or family.
life is about having the will in your heart to
accept everyone that god has brought to you.

love me without fear, trust me without wondering.
love me without restrictions, want me without
demand, accept me how i am.

spend life with you makes you happy.
not who you have to impress.

sometimes you just need to talk to that one person
who will let you talk and ramble, listen to you complain
and look like an idiot. but still love you the same.

i have come to realize that hes just a guy, a special
one maybe, but hes not mine. i don’t need to do things
to make him love me. if he wanted to, he simply would.

The worst thing you could do for
love is deny it. So when you find that
special someone, don’t let anyone or
anything get in your way.

if a girl can put up with you through your worst days,
and still stick with you and all your crap, then it’s kind
of obvious that you shouldn’t let her go.

the thing about dating a friend is that you’ve got history.
you’ve got stories, and laughs that you can talk about.
it’s much easier, and better, then starting from scratch.

cause in the end you’re just a typical guy
dragging a girl along cause you’re
not really sure what you want.

when you’re still smiling about something
that happened six months ago,
you know there’s got to be more

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

tumblr > homework.

too much to say, no time to say it in.

need to practice this play. :|

gag me.

so, why go through the trouble of finding me, to reblog something to make fun of it? none of my pictures or quotes have anything to do with each other and i just post them all for me, no one else, i mean - i don’t even do the whole “reblog” thing. so i don’t much get the point of criticizing what i do when it’s not intended for you, nor does it require you to like it or understand it. just don’t look at it? eh?

but hey, it’s all gravy.

This is for the girls who don’t always win. Who stay up all night listening to music that inspires them. The girls that laugh, smile, and cry and think all on a daily basis. The girls who like, learn, and regret. The girls who may never have it easy. The girls who learn the hard way and live to tell about it. The real girls.

you lose weight, your boobs get smaller. it’s sad that you have to give them up to be thin. don’t remind me of it though, i realize. no need to ruin a perfectly good compliment. :/

could have sworn i’d posted that picture before, but whatever.

Stop trying to understand how she feels. Chances are you’ll never understand how much she truly loves you. How everything she does is for you. How every night she lies in bed thinking of only you. Because, you’ll never understand, because you honestly don’t care.

I hate that feeling. The feeling when you’re sad, but you have no idea why. You just are. And in your mind, you’re thinking of all the bad things in your life and apply it to your emotions, making you even more sad. Then people ask you what’s wrong and you have nothing to say. You end up, sitting there, quiet, while it seems as if everyone, but you, is happy.

You can listen to music when you’re feeling any emotion. That’s because there’s a song for every type of emotion -love, hate, anger, happiness, sadness, depression, heartbreak, loneliness …. People like to feel like someone understands the situation they’re in and can relate to what they’re feeling and going through. That’s where music comes in. Most of the time people won’t be there for you or understand you, but music does. Music will never leave you. Music will be there for you through whatever you’re facing or feeling. That’s why music is so comforting.

Every passing second is a chance to turn it all around.

The greatest challenge in life is to find someone who knows all your flaws, differences, and mistakes, and yet still sees the best in you.

All I want is for you to be the boy that fights for me, that wants me and will do anything to be with me. I want to be your only exception.

i’m so sorry that i care, and that i can’t stop, and that i actually want to talk to you all the time.

I’m sorry I don’t match your definition of beautiful.

When you really matter to someone, that person will always make time for you. No excuses, no lies, and no broken promises.

sometimes i wonder if i were to suddenly to disappear, for a week or so, and no one knew where i was. how many people would actually give a shit.

Sometimes, the smallest words can cause someone the most pain. But at the same time, the words “I’m here for you” can give a person the most comfort.

i think i may have already posted it, but it deserves to be seen twice. seriously - someone needs to tell the girls at my school buying your sweater or sweatshirt 3 sizes too big and wearing it down to your knees, does NOT make it a dress, therefor you should not wear TIGHTS with it. but i at least appreciate those more than the ones who buy them in a normal or smaller size and do the exact same thing. and it makes you look even more stupid when you pair them with a HUGE pair of fuzzy boots. like oh, it’s not cold enough out there to wear PANTS, but it’s cold enough to wear some big ass fuzzy boots? okay? not saying i have the best style. i don’t - by far and i know i have no room to judge. but uh, at least i know i look dumb when i do. ya’ll think you be lookin’ ca-ute. lol. no. just, no.

No matter how busy a person is, if they want to make time for you, there will be time made. So “I’m too busy” means you aren’t worth it to them.

Sometimes, I just prefer to feel nothing. It’s better, it’s easier.

oh really, it takes you 30 minutes to reply back with one word? my god, don’t even reply at all. that gives me absolutely nothing to say back. probably what you want. just go play or something.

there are so many things i’d love to do with you. like walk in the snow, or kiss in the rain. no one else, just you. isn’t there anything you’d just like to do with me, or you’d like for me to see?

i want to call you baby; it kills me

mmmm, i want a caramel apple so so bad right now.

i wish i could turn off my worrying.

i wish i could get motivated to actually try my hardest in school.

i wish i didn’t have feelings for anyone.

i wish i could just beat angry birds.

i wish i weren’t so lazy and i were a clean freak.

i hate days like today, and i hate knowing i have to go back to school tomorrow.

the last one looks like my house at night. one of the only wonderful parts of living here. come lay under them with me?

Every girl has that one boy, that they’ll never get over. That one guy that makes you laugh all the time. That one that gives you butterflies just when someone mentions his name. That one who remembers all the stupid things you say and reminds you about it months from now. That one who has his name written all over your heart. That one who you compare to everyone. That one you never get sick of talking or hearing about. That one you cry over and over about. That one that no one can understand why him. That one everyone thinks you can do better than. That one you ask why her and not me. That one when you first saw him you knew you loved him. That one that in some way ends up not being yours.

i just want to know how you feel about me and not have to worry about you feeling that same way about someone else as well

Reading all this, one person comes to mind. It may change from time to time. Or it may have been the same for a while now. Every quote, every love song reminds you of him. Stop fooling yourself. You love that boy.

sometimes you just have to stop caring and turn off all emotions and feelings to protect yourself from getting hurt.

it’s sweet when a guy realizes he hurt your feelings, so he does everything he possibly can to cheer you back up.

You have to believe there are kisses and laughs and risks worth taking

hug people like you mean it.

if only you knew how many tears i’ve cried for you.

i’m afraid to grow up.