Sunday, 09 September 2012

• Nothing is as it has been and I miss your face like hell...

  

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  I love the idea of the big life - the life that matters, the life that makes a difference. The life where stuff happens, where people take action. The opposite of the life where the girl can't even speak to the boy she likes; the opposite of the life where the friends aren't even good friends, and lots of days are wasted away feeling bored and kind of okay, like nothing matters much.

   

  

   

  I cannot go to the ocean. I cannot drive the streets at night. I cannot wake up in the morning, without you on my mind. So you're gone and I'm haunted, and I bet you are just fine. Did I make it that easy, to walk right in and out of my life?

   

  

   

  I strongly believe I would be a better person if I was constantly, slightly, drunk.

   

   

  

   

   

  I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can never be fixed, and this is something that nobody ever tells you when you are young, and it never fails to surprise you as your grow older and you see people in your life break, one by one.

   

   

  

   

   

  I remember every word you said okay? I’m not that naïve and I’m not that stupid.  I’ve been broken before, I can deal.  I’m not scared of moving on with my life.  What I am scared of, is that I’ll realize somewhere along the road that you were my life.

   

  

   

  When you have to do the right thing you don't worry about what happens next. You just do it. And you trust that doing the right thing will get you through somehow. And you don't worry about dying because living with it is worse.

   

  

   

  I think when you are young, you are hoping that the person will be the right one, that one you are going to be in love with forever. But sometimes, you want that so much, you create something that isn't there. It’s easier to walk away than fight for what you really want.
  

  -Pretty Little Liars

   

  

   

   

  "We just stopped loving each other, which is more devastating than having a specific reason"
  

  -Adele

   

  

   

   

  I’ve always followed my heart instead of my head. I’ve always jumped, always took that leap of faith into the unknown, having no idea of what the outcome of my actions would be. But now, now it’s so very clear. I need to stop following my heart. I just need to stop, before I do anything at all. I need to stop and think about it, about what I am about to do. I need to think about whether it is right or it is wrong. Because when you follow your heart, you lose track of what’s right and what’s wrong and it tears you apart.

   

  

   

  People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

   

  

   

  Your mind will never forget what your heart won't forgive.

   

  

   

  He had proven to me , without a doubt , that he didn't need me and if it was the last thing I ever did , I was going to prove to him , without a doubt , that I didn't need him either.

   

   

  

   

   

  So I kept building walls, they were getting stronger and steadier each time. It got easier to keep everyone out, It got easier to stay inside 

   

   

  

   

   

  I could feel the wanting catch up with me. But if I have to want it, it’s not really happening is it? It’s just more wishing that’s all. I wish I didn’t wish so much.
  

   

   

  

   

   

  Enough has happened that I have learned beautiful things don't stay beautiful forever. There always comes a day when everything changes, and it is not always for the best.

   

  

   

  I wrote you a letter. I spilled it all, pen to paper, no regrets, but I never gave it to you because I realized that nothing I could ever say would bring you back to me, because you can’t make someone care when they don’t. You can’t force a feeling. You can’t make someone stay when all they want to do is leave.

   

   

  

   

   

  I need to be saved from myself sometimes.

   

   

  

   

   

   

   It's hard to resist the temptation of loving someone for the sake of being with someone, so I think you are really brave to wait for the right one to come along. People don't want to be alone.

   

  

   

  And what if I really thought some miracle would see us through? But what if the miracle was even getting one moment with 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 hearts 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 help but smile. Everything I encounter gives me that same feeling of the warm sun on my skin after you've been cold for so long. I have hope and everything is bright, and new, and so, lovely.
  

   

  

   

   

   

  Who are you to make me feel so good? Who are we to tell ourselves that we're misunderstood? Oh, who am I to say I'm always yours?
  Who am I to choose the boy that everyone adores? Oh, I don't see a reason why we can't just be apart.  We're falling on each other like we're always in the dark. Oh, I don't think you know me much at all, at all.

   

   

   

  

   

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