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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Currently
Revolutions Per Minute
By Rise Against
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hooking up and doing business






Friday, August 07, 2009

It's called thinking. Go with it.

 


 

This is for the girls who don't always win, who stay up all night listening  to

music that inspires them to do things next to the impossible. The girls who

laugh, smile, 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.


It took a while to understand what love is, but it'll take forever to forget what it was like.


Deciding to get back together with someone is a complicated and difficult decision. Just remember that the person you are getting back together with is the same person who, not long before, looked you in your beautiful face, took full stock of  you and all your qualities, and told you that he was no longer in need of your company.


If you asked me a year ago, I would have told you what you wanted to hear, Now, I know I can't please everyone, and I'm sorry if that hurts your feelings. I can't make myself unhappy to please you, and I won't try.


And sometimes, it just hits me out of nowhere. All of a sudden this overwhelming sadness rushes over me. And I get discouraged, and I get upset, and I feel hopeless, sad, and hurt. And once again, I feel numb to the world.


I lost you. I lost the only thing that ever really mattered to me. I lost the only thing that made me feel alive. I loved you with all my heart... but I guess that wasn't enough.


I will never ever lose hope. I refuse to. No matter the odds, no matter what happens, it’s still my choice, my decision, my power, to hold onto the faith in what I believe to be true. That's the one thing that can never be taken from me unless I allow it because I believe that sometimes the impossible is possible.


some may say, i should be afraid of losing everything.


Admit it. We flirt with each other. We have so much fun with each other. We laugh with each other and we even try to be with each other. And I believe that we secretly love each other. But how come when I think of you and wonder if you're thinking of me, it feels like you aren't?

 

& even though i know he's a jerk
& i know that all he'll do is hurt me
i still love him . i still want him
& i hate myself for it


she wants him. she can’t deny it. she's just so confused. because when she thinks back to the day he shattered her, she trembles at the thought of feeling like that again.

 

perhaps i saw what i wanted to see in him and made him to be more than he was.


She puts her makeup on in the morning and at night it flows a black river down her face, revealing the feelings
she thought had left her.


i thought i was going to forget you but I was wrong.
i thought i was getting over you but it's been a lie for so long.
i thought i'd be able to hate you but it's something I can't do.
no matter where i go or what i do, i'm still in love with you


Self confidence gives you the freedom to make mistakes & cope with failure without feeling that your world had come to and end or that you are a worthless person.


"...And that's the reason for most suicides. Someone is torturing you. You want to kill them, but you can't. All that pain is because you love them, and you can't kill them because you love them. So you kill yourself instead."


The truth is, I don't hate you. I can never hate you. I'm not on crusade to hate you. I guess I just want to find reasons not to like you, to make you seem like a horrible person. So I can just be mad at you and forget about you. Because honestly, it would just make all this so much easier.


I don't need anyone to throw rocks at my window or write a song for me. I dont even need someone to wipe the hair out of my eyes. The only thing I want is to be in your arms.


She stares at herself in the mirror. She doesn't notice how gorgeous she is; she doesn't give herself credit for being such a great person, a wonderful friend, a great listener, and she helps all her friends that need it, even when it's a bad time for her. He doesn't see her beauty, and now neither does she.


And I don't understand by the way you look at me, why we can't be together.


Really now, I wouldn't mind if that boy woke up at 4:37 in the morning and asked how to spell a word.


One of the hardest things is realizing that the boy you love, the only boy you can have feelings for, can't handle a relationship when you're screaming at him, "Pick me." It's hard when you understand their position, and know that they're not ready, even though you are. It's hard when you know they need a best friend, and you want to give them everything they need, but you can't help the feelings and thoughts. You know he's more than a friend.


It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time. And it’s hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It’s funny but stupid how you want everything and nothing at the same time. It’s crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on. And when you want to move on, but you’re stuck right where you started. When feelings come and go and you can’t decide what you want. When you have so many things to say but you don’t know where to start. When you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them farther and farther away. It’s so hard to think back to how things used to be and look at it now and realize that things are different and they may never be the same. You tell yourself it’s not worth it, but if it really didn’t matter, you wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about it.

 

   

(I know I don't usually give credit and that's 'cause I'm a terrible person, but I definitely need to give credit for this post: http://mmkay-itslove.xanga.com/ She's got amazing quotes. ^^)




Currently
Dog Problems
By The Format
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MLIA







 



The worse feeling isn't being lonely, but being forgotten by
someone you could never forget. To look back and see how
things used to be, knowing it'll never be the same and
realizing it doesn't matter to him at all because he
doesn't miss a thing.





















The best friends are the ones you don't have to talk to everyday,
who understand why you didn't take their advice to not call him
or why you keep going back to him after he breaks your heart,
who listens when they've heard the same story a thousand times,
the ones who call just to say hi,
and whether you're dancing on the table or passed out drunk,
they'll turn and say, hell yeah, that's my best friend



  















Wednesday, August 05, 2009

zydrate comes in a little glass vial

 
You know that place between asleep and awake?
The place where you can still remember dreaming. That's where I'll always love you. That's where I'll be waiting.
-Peter Pan
 




You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and... what I'm trying to say is... I think I love you. Is this love? I never imagined I'd know it for myself. My heart... it feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it's trying to escape because it doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs you you. And if you wanted it, I'd wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstration of devotion. Nothing but know you loved me too. Just your heart in exchange for mine.
-Stardust






Tuesday, July 07, 2009

the origin of love

"There's nothing to do around here." Her blonde hair had captured the last few rays of sun shining in through the broken window, the light bouncing off the tips of the remaining glass shards hanging halfheartedly from the wooden frame, like a mangy doll trailing behind its neglectful owner--a single, hard plastic wrist the only thing keeping it from the gutter.
     "That's not the point, Holl," I said distractedly, my gaze drifting beyond the broken glass to the sunset. It wasn't a miraculous sunset, by any means. Not like the ones you see in the desert with their fuschias and golds; the sunsets that make you want to believe in God. It was just another day ending. The sun was yellowy-orange because it's a flaming ball of gas, and the earth rotates so that the sun lights up the sky for a few hours every day--in most places anyway--and then goes away again. The sun rises and sets for its own purposes, not minding the people who just need a few more hours of light to get everything done, or a few more hours of darkness for that matter. "Go spend the summer in the North Pole," the sun seems to say. "I hear the sun never sets there."
     "Well, what is it then?"
     "Just to be out here and to not have to deal with peoples' shit. And to be able to think clearly without the sound of babies crying or tires squeeling. It's just...nice."



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