Monday, 26 March 2012

• Now all your love is wasted, then who the hell was I...

  

  Tomorrow is the 27th... Holy crap. It's been 6 years. 

  6 whole, fricken years. This isn't real. I can't believe this. 

  No. No. I don't think I can ever get over this. This day just reminds me of everything that I've had to fight for ever. 

  There's too much. Too much. 

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  Honestly, the feedback on my last two posts has been so incredible! I can't thank you guys enough! Tomorrow is a real important and tough day for me so I would really appreciate some support. It would mean the world to me. 

  Enjoy the post!! 

  Always, 

  Gracie

  
  

   

   

  There's only so much you can do before you stop and realize it's over. The problem we have, is we hate giving up. It's a sign of weakness and nobody likes to be weak; but sometimes giving up will show that you have the strength to move on. It's letting go of something when you know it's near the end.

  
  

  

   

  When I look around I think this is good enough and I try to laugh at whatever life brings because when I look down, I just miss all of the good stuff and when I look up I just trip over things.

  
  

  

   

  "You know, booze isn't really your drug of choice anyway. You're addicted to chaos. For some of us, it's coke. For some of us, it's bourbon. But you? You got hooked on disaster." 

  -Changing Lanes

  
  

  

   

  "Why do people have to die?" 

   "To make life important."

  
  

  

   

  Stop wasting time lingering over all that you could have, should have and would have done. Stop spending your days thinking of how much better you could do; stop longing 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 you. And when opportunity comes knocking on your door, don't you dare ignore it. Don't run away. Pull yourself together, open the door. Let love in.

  
  

  

   

  I just really want us to be good enough friends that we can talk about stuff, even when it's ugly. Especially then. 

   -One Tree Hill

  
  

  

   

  It seems like everyone I know is ready to move onto the next level of life.. but is it too cynical for me to assume that it's not going to be any better? In fact, I'm willing to bet it's pretty much all downhill from here. After education it's more education, for those who can afford it and who have the ability to go, and then after that it's forty hour weeks. No more summer vacations. No more long lazy afternoons to do nothing. No more knowing that nothing really counts yet.

  
  

   

   

  I mean, it's not surprising, really. Once you love something, you always love it in some way. You have to. It's, like, part of you for good.

  
  

  
  

   

  I like deep conversations. The ones where you can just sit down with one of your close friends and completely spill out your thoughts/feelings. Like how you're doing, what may be currently bothering you, what's stressing you out, etc. And the best part, getting feedback or advice from that person you're taking to that might actually understand what you're going through. It makes me feel less alone, and happier that I don't have to keep bottling up all of my emotions.

  
  

   

   

  "For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die."

  
  

  
  

   

  You're only happy when I'm wasted. I point my finger but I just can't place it. Feels like I'm falling in love when I'm falling to the bathroom floor. I remember how you tasted, I've had you so many times, let's face it. Feels like I'm falling in love alone.

  
  

   

   

  "I have always lived violently, drank heavily, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I've lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment."

  
  

   

   

  You see, the problem isn't that a generation has chosen sadness as an icon; it's that other generations don't know why. 

  -I Wrote This For You 

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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