Friday, 14 January 2011

• Here's to the nights we felt alive... December 14, 2011 --->FRIDAY :]

  I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck

   

   

  Sometimes you don’t need a goal in life, you don’t need to know the big picture. You just need to know what you’re going to do next.

   

   

  I’ll keep you my dirty little secret

   

   

  I love the rain. I just love it. It's like when you're in the rain, nothing else matters in the world. As if everything slips off your skin, and ultimately fades away.

  

   

  And some days I feel like we're running out of sunshine
  - Everykissyougive

  
  

   

   

  For every 99 times you looked me in the eye, you looked me in the eye and swore you weren't lying. Well, I was so blind. I never saw the signs. I'm getting out tonight, and you're not invited. 
  -Kate Voegele

  
  

   

   

  You tried to twist the words, but you can't change the facts; he took away your happiness and you want it back.

  
  

   

   

  He shouldn't have left at all. There was no reason for it. Well, maybe there were some reasons. But they weren't good enough.

  
  

  
  

   

  I don't know what to say anymore. My mind runs blank every time I open up the page where I used to spill my heart. I used to have so much to say, now I can barely write a sentence. It's you. You have the affect on me. You walked into my life, and I can't find a place for you just yet. I'm lost for words, yet my heart is screaming with the things I want to say to you. 

  
  

   

   

  And it's all so overrated, not saying how you feel so you end up watching chances fade and wondering what's real.

  
  

  
  

   

  Maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless dreaming
  If we loved again I swear I’d love you right.
  -Taylor Swift

  
  

  
  

   

  “If I'm really honest, all of this is just one long love letter that I'm writing to you.”

  
  

  
  

   

  What you say might be too much for some people. Maybe it will come out all wrong and you’ll stutter and you’ll walk away embarrassed, wincing as you play it all back in your head. But I think the words you stop yourself from saying are the ones that will haunt you the longest.

  
  

   

   

  Fall is gone, winter is here. I spent all December just wanting you near. So I'm singing these words in the hope that you'll hear, you're the best thing that happened this year. I've fallen in love honestly, so I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve in the hope that these notes and the words that I sing make you see, you mean more than the world does to me.

  
  

   

   

  I'll be going through withdrawal of you for this one night we have spent. And I want to speak these words, but I guess I’ll just bite my tongue and accept 'someday, somehow.'

  
  

   

   

  Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room and we're not speaking and I'm dying to know is it killing you like it's killing me?

  
  

   

   

  I don't believe in New Years Resolutions. They're an excuse to take the bad parts of your life and flaunt them with the promise that you'll change them; they're an excuse to realize you messed up and are going to change without being ashamed. But there is no shame in wanting to change, no matter what day it is. We are constantly changing, whether we know it or not. Take a year and live it one day at a time; you'd be surprised how much can change on its own when you're not making dreamy long-term goals.

  
  

   

   

  And maybe I've made some mistakes. And maybe I've witnessed the way a heart breaks. And maybe I should've done things differently, but I didn’t. And we parted ways. Who’s to say things are better this way? I swear that I'm sorry that I couldn’t be the hero that you wanted from me and in the end we couldn’t fix what we both helped to break.

  
  

   

   

  ‘Forgive and forget,’ that’s what they say. It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back; when someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settled, old wounds never heal, and the most we can hope for is one day we’ll be lucky enough to forget.

  
  

   

   

  You know, we spend all this time building something up and then we don’t enjoy it. We just sit there, terrified that someone’s gonna take it away from us.

  
  

   

   

  You never think the last time is the last time. You always think there will be more. You think you will have forever. But you don’t.

  
  

   

   

  Shut up, wipe those tears from your eyes, print out a picture of him & throw darts at it until there's a hole in your  bedroom wall. Look in the mirror and scream until you can’t breathe, blast your favorite song and laugh. I want you to find yourself again.

   

  
  

   

  I feel more comfortable talking to strangers than people I know. I believe this is because chances are, I'll never see them ever again and I feel like I can say anything I want. They don't know my past or what I've done. They can only judge me on who they're seeing right at that second. I'm the person I am now, not then. People I know don't see the difference.

  
  

  

   

  We laughed when people said we wouldn’t want to leave but we cried when they told us we had to go. It’s funny how when you get through a year nothing has seemed to change, but when you look back, everything is different.

  
  

  

   

  I think life is simpler than we tend to think. We look for answers and more answers. But there are no answers. Things happen in life, good things and bad. People say, 'Why did it happen to me?' Well, why not? Some people win the lottery, and others die in a car crash. It happens, and there is nothing we can do about it. The universe doesn't care what happens to you.

   

  

   

  Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurt themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

  
  

  
  

  
  

   

   

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