Thursday, 20 September 2012
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Here's a new post! I can't wait for this weekend! It's almost Friday, woot woot!
You know what to do!
The biggest challenge in life is to be yourself in a world that is trying to make you like everyone else.Maybe it was your fault. I'd like someone to blame. I hope you know because of you I'll never let anyone in. I lost my direction every time you'd disappear. But this time it is me who's going to keep you far from near. Honestly I'd open up if only I knew how...
Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough. Just a second, we're not broken, just bent. And we can learn to love again, it's in the stars. It's been written in the scars on our hearts. We're not broken, just bent. And we can learn to love again.
There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under the jurisdiction. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I can read and eat and study. I can choose how I’m going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life-whether I will see them as curses or opportunities. I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.
It is in these moments of tender and ridiculous nostalgia that I know something inside me is still broken.
At what point do you say, "I'm counting on you to be the one, and I have no fall back plan."?
-The Perfect Catch
"The secret of attraction is to love yourself. Attractive people judge neither themselves nor others. They are open to gestures of love. They think about love, and express their love in every action. They know that love is not a mere sentiment, but the ultimate truth at the heart of the universe."
I live in notes and photographs and everything I'm holding back... But you're the words that weren't enough, you remind me of a song I used to love.
I like those good conversations where you start at one topic, and with not even knowing it, you're on another. Where there are no awkward silences, trying to think of something to say. Just conversations filled with laughs and jokes, and a little bit of teasing. The ones that seem endless.
I think there is something beautiful in revelling in sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So I don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling anything is good, I think. Maybe that’s sadistic of me.
We are fickle, stupid beings with a great gift of self destruction.
I've been in trouble since the start of the first round and I've dug a hole I can't get myself out. I’ve been miserable off and on for a while. Just give it two more months, wait it out. I told myself that you came back because you love me but it turns out that I found out, it's because you're alone again. You never hesitated once to leave me standing in corners watching you choose her over me again.
No amount of coffee, no amount of crying. No amount of whiskey, no amount of wine. No, no, no, no, no, nothing else will do; I've got to have you, I've got to have you.
You know what? You should break up with me for her. You should go out with anyone your heart desires because, eventually, I know what will happen. See, you're gonna be with all those other girls, but none of those girls are gonna be like me. I'm different than all of them. You're going to realize that.
My dad told me there are two types of girls: the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into. I really hope I'm the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I'll let you go for now, hoping that one day you'll fly back to me because I think you're worth the wait.
I'm tired of people worrying about if they're going to hurt me or how I feel. I can handle my own fate. I've been heartbroken before and trust me, it's not a fun road, but I don't think I'll ever be that heartbroken again. My theory is once your heart has been broken you will never feel that much pain again because once your heart breaks it will never be the same again. Your heart will heal, but there will always be missing pieces. And that's how my heart is. It's missing pieces. Sure, I will get hurt, but I can handle it.
The hardest part about letting go, is finally realizing that there wasn't much left to hold on to.
And for that minute there was no such thing as time. Your soul was in it, there was more than just the night where I existed. I invested all my time just to witness the bitter side of life. And I felt beautiful but you never called me beautiful. I existed only for a night.
It's not about what you've been through that defines who you are; it's how you deal with what you've been through.