Through playful lips made of yarn, that fragile Capricorn unraveled words like moths upon old scarves. I know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home. Hey moon, please forget to fall down. Hey moon, don't you go down.

Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two where summers lasted longer than, longer than we do. And nothing really mattered except for me to be with you, but in time we all forgot and we all grew. Your melody sounds as sweet as the first time it was sung with a little bit more character for show. And by the time your father's heard of all the wrong you've done, then I'm putting out the lantern. Find your own way back home.

Well you're not brave if you still keep the letters and you're not sane if you don't want to get better and you're not drunk if you can stay in your lane. Well, you're not awake, but you haven't been sleeping and you hate god, but you don't believe in him. And you're not scared but you've still got your eyes closed.

I feel lonely every single day of my life. I'm ashamed to admit that to the people who really love me.

I'm scared, completely terrified actually.
Scared of what will happen if I see you again
and scared of what will happen if I don't.

Trust is a fragile thing. Once earned it affords
us tremendous freedom. But once trust is lost it
can be impossible to recover. Of course the truth
is we never know who we can trust. Those we're
closest to can betray us and total strangers can
come to our rescue. In the end, most people
decide to trust only themselves. It really is the
most simple way to keep from getting burned.

They say we'll never see half as much as they did.
It's true that we never saw Vietnam or World War
two. We didn't see our mothers cry when John
Kennedy died. We've lived our whole lives being
told we're not good enough. We've seen anorexia
and bulimia because skinny just isn't skinny enough.
We've seen a lot of greed and even more hate.
Our generation fights a different kind of war but
we've seen just as much as them, maybe more.

Because you're hoping you're wrong. Every time he does something that tells you he's no good, you ignore it. And every time he comes through and surprises you, he wins you over, and you lose that argument with yourself - the one that he's not for you.

it's been a long time since i've actually enjoyed the sunset. i like all the colors mixing into each other. i am getting better slowly, and things are starting to look up. sometimes you might even see me cracking a true, honest-to-god smile. it's rare, but it happens more often now. and even if no one else notices, i do. and that's all that really matters.

your picture's still up on my wall. i don't know  why. it's not even a good picture of you. i've seen better looking boys, but there's just something about that smile on your face that makes my eyes fill with tears. i've always loved that smile.

she doesn't care if you call her and wake her up in the middle of the night. she hates arguing, but you know she's good at it. she's terrified of the dark, but when she thinks of you, she smiles. she laughs at your jokes, even if they're dumb. she loves the way you stare at her and she wouldn't change it for the world.

a boy sits in his room, with unseen tears running down his face. he sits on his bed and reaches under his pillow. he pulls out that hidden notebook with the pages filled. page by page, he rips them out - the memories of her... good and bad. the only person he ever loved. he kept tearing at the pages, trying to let the feelings go. trying to forget the girl who shattered his heart into pieces. not too far away from that boy's home sits a girl... all alone. with music blaring and tears unheard. her head is down; actions speak louder than words. her hair falls down, all over her face, so messed up... so misplaced. unheard tears streaming down her face, as if they'll never end. she understands that things will never be the same. she takes out her notebook and a pen. starting to write anything that comes to mind. she tries not to think about the boy because the only pain worse than having your heart broken... is breaking your own.




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you promised me starry night skies
they just remind me of your shining bright eyes
im missing your voice at night time.


She has a bigger and better heart than any girl you've ever known.
You wanna know how you can tell? Because she's had a front
row seat to "The Mess That is Your Life" and she still sticks around
and she still genuinely likes you. She sees something worthwhile
and redeeming in you, something that makes her hang on.
Although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to stay,
she's still there. But she won't always be. So hold her close while you can.


we've run out of words,
we've run out of time


so far i've learned that everyday of your life must be lived to the fullest. life is about smiling, laughing & crying. life is about making the most of what you have & what you're given. its about keeping relationships & losing them. life is about falling in love & losing someone you love. life was given to us as a challenge & its not easy but you have to try & meet that challenge & make the most of it while you can cause you dont actually know when it will be your turn to lay down to rest. you only have one shot at life so make sure you take it with both hands & squeeze every little drop out of it you can

 I was just a crutch for your loneliness.
Your heart was never really there.


Saw you walk into the room, through I'd try to talk to you
Babe am I ever glad you wanted me to
It's been two years to the day, half the time I've been away
I know I'm not there enough but that's gonna change
Cause I'm coming back to show you that I'm keeping the promise I made
When I'm with you, I'll make every second count
Cause I miss you whenever you're not around
When I kiss you, I still get butterflies
Years from now, I'll make every second count when I'm with you


Peace is not something you wish for. It's
something you make, something you do,
something you are, something you give away.


People have scars in all sorts of unexpected
places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal
histories, diagrams of all their old wounds.


Music is a safe type of high. It's more the way it was supposed to be. That's where highness came, I guess, from anyway. It's nothing but rhythm and motion.


all i’m asking for is one day together.
just you and me, all alone, and if you can
honestly tell me that you don’t feel anything
for me after that day, i’ll finally let you go.


just breathe and focus.
how can i when the airt is so cold and empty,
that my lungs froze right in my chest?


maybe i should've seen the sign,
shouldve read the writing on the wall,
and realize by the distance in your eyes,
that i would be the one to fall.


you know it's meant to be when
even the times you can't stand him,
he's the only person on your mind


"Seriously. What's it like?"
"Being perfect? I wouldn't know."
"Not being perfect. Being…gorgeous."
"Again," he said, as the parking lot girls passed by, eyeing both of us.  "I wouldn't know. You tell me"
"Don’t even. We're not talking about me."
"We could be."
"I'm not gorgeous."
"Sure you are."
"You," I said, "have this whole tall, dark, stranger thing going on. Not to mention the tortured artist bit."
"And you," he said, "have that whole blonde, cool and collected, perfect smart girl thing going on.
"You're the boy all the girls want to rebel with."
"You are the unattainable girl in homeroom who never gives a guy the time of day."
++ The Truth about forever
(best book ever. I love sarah dessen!)





enojoy.

so sorry it has taken me so long! i was going to update sooner, but my internet has been down for the past two days =[ icky! but its up now! yayyy. haha so here is a pretty good sized update. comments?


sometimes you just need someone. someone to make you smile when you're sad,someone to tell you you're beautiful, someone to look foward to seeing you every- day, someone to call you every night, someone to say i love you and mean it. sometimes you just need someone.


I like that you ramble when you're nervous. I like that i know that you ramble when you're nervous. I like that i still make you nervous.. -- Dawson's Creek.


I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose
I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said "Love is blind." Now that is something I know to be true. For some quite inexplicably, love fades; for others love is simply lost. But then of course love can also be found, even if just for the night. And then, there's another kind of love: the cruelest kind. The one that almost kills its victims. Its called unrequited love. Of that I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories, those of us who fall in love alone? We are the victims of the one sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones, the walking wounded.
- The Holiday


when it comes down to it, i let them think what they
want. if they care enough to bother with what i do,
then i'm already better than them.
- marilyn monroe


no matter how bad things are at any moment,
no moment lasts forever. good or bad, time moves on


I've learned that no matter how much I care,
some people are just assholes.
I've learned that it takes years to build up trust,
and it only takes suspicion, not proof, to destroy it.
I've learned that you shouldn't compare yourself to others;
they are more screwed up than you think.
I've learned that the people you care most about in life
are taken from you too soon,
and all the less important ones just never go away.


"Because, sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been. And remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are."


nobody knew that you sent me texts at night
saying "good night, i love you" or in the morning saying
"good morning, beautiful. did you sleep well?"
nobody understood why i fell for you,
all they saw was the result ; a broken heart.


sometimes we must get hurt in order to grow,
we must fail in order to know. sometimes our
vision clears only after our eyes are washed
away with tears.

Don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars.

Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.






enjoy!