Wednesday, 09 March 2011
I hate it when I keep my swag on all day and I overswagulate.
I don't think about black in terms of grey, or revelations in the light of day. I don't think about cold in terms of ice or second chances happenin' twice.
I think I'm afraid to be happy. Because whenever I get too happy, something bad always happens.
I just want to be the girl you talk about, the only one you couldn't live without...to be the one who makes your heart beat crazy, and for you to say to your boys, "she's my baby."
Our inside jokes, too many to name. When we're apart, it's never the same. When we're together, it's nothing but fun; replacing my girls? Just can't be done.
Sometimes, you gotta be a little crazy, go against the crowd. And tell that one boy how you've always felt about him. Otherwise, you're gonna live life wondering what if.
You know that feeling? When you're just waiting. Waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. That feeling of both relief and desperation. Nothing is wrong. But nothing is right either. And you're tired. Tired of everything, tired of nothing. And you just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. But no one's going to be there. And you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. But you're tired of waiting. Tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. Tired of being strong. And for once, you just want it to be easy. To be simple. To be helped. To be saved. But you know you won't be. But you're still hoping. And you're still wishing. And you're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. You're fighting.
The problem with most men is they're assholes. The problem with most women is they put up with those assholes.
For now, all I want is to be happy. Even if it's for a day. One day.
I remember thinking how much I wanted to feel all his skin against mine.
An original mind is rarely understood.
I don't want to win, if my hearts got to lose.
It takes one to know one, and kid, I think you've got it bad.
Make your life worth writing a book about.
I can sit here with you forever. I don't need to touch you. I don't need to hear your voice. I don't even have to look at you. As long as I know you're here beside me. If I can smell your scent that I've grown to adore more than that of roses, hear you breathe your warmth permuting the air around me. I'll be fine.
You ask me a question, what's on my mind. And I'll tell you it's nothing and that I feel fine, but it's really you that pours over me everyday. So don't go changing your ways cause you're perfect, yes it's true.
Don't ever save anything for a special occasion. Being alive is a special occasion.
Truth is, I never got over you. I don't think I will. Not anytime soon, at least. I may say that I like another guy, and I do. But you will always hold a place in my heart.
I don't want to hurt you, but I don't think I like you anymore. Something inside me ruins all my relationships. Because whenever I get too close to someone, the feelings always disappear. And after they leave, the feelings always come back.
Man, I see in fight club the strongest and smartest men who've ever lived. I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war..our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
Life is not significant details, illuminated by a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.
Let us strap compassion to our chests and run as if we never knew how until now.
It's the porch that wraps all the way around the house and sitting on it with you as our dogs turn into children and watching our family grow up as we grow old. It's thinking about all the memories and smiles. It's thinking about all the sun drops and Sunday mornings, things we both love. It's all the thinking I do, and knowing that I'll never have any of it. I could have it, but I won't.
It's kind of fucked up isn't it? How all of a sudden, someone just wakes up and decides to never talk to you again. No reason. No explanation. No words said. They just leave you hanging like you never meant shit to them, and what hurts the most is how they made it look so easy.
Yes I love him. I love him more than anything else in the world and there is nothing that I would like better than to hold onto him forever. But I know it's not for the best. So no matter how much my heart is going to break, I've got to let him go so he can know that's just how much I love him. Maybe if I'm lucky he'll come back, but if not -- I can make it through this.
Please take a long and hard look at your textbook, I'm history.
If out of time I could pick a moment and always keep it new, out of all the days that I've lived, I'd pick the day that I met you.
I've come to the conclusion that things never get better; they just worsen.
And there wasn't anything wonderfully amazing about him, but there was something that she just couldn't resist.
Bottom line, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. The big moments are gonna come. You can't help that. It's what you do after that counts, that's when you find out who you are.
It's the way you got me, head over heels for you...the way you get me, like nothing or no one else ever has.
People say that when we grow up, we kick at everything we've been told, we rebel against the world our parents worked so hard to bring us into, that part of growing up is kicking at the ties that bind. But I don't think that's why we kick at all. I think we kick because we find out that our parents don't know much more about the world than we do. They don't have all the answers. We rebel when we find out that they've been lying to us all along, that there isn't any Santa Claus at all.
A strong woman takes risks, takes compliments, and tries not to take herself too seriously.
+ Lindsay Pollack
It matters not if you are here or there, for I see you before me every moment. I see you in the light of the water, in the swaying of the young trees in the spring wind. I see you in the shadows of the great oaks, I hear your voice in the cry of the owl at night. You are the blood in my veins, and the beating of my heart. You are my first waking thought, and my last sigh before sleeping. You are - you are bone of my bone, and breath of my breath.
I know you can't stand my wandering hands, but how can I apologize, comply with my demands? They're written on these pages, it's written on our faces. I know you don't want this, but know that I need this more than I did before. It's easy to see that it's hard to ignore your subtle hands, I'm catching wind how insincere are your finger prints.
What screws us up the most in life is the picture in our head of how it should be.
There's something about you that always makes me smile, I think you're someone special, because I haven't been able to do that in a while.
You swear you know me cause you heard my name, but if you really met me you would know the game. Drama never ends and haters all the same, they smile to your face and spit on your name.
It's amazing the things you realize when you lose someone: you get mad at yourself for not saying the things you could've a million times, you take for granted the days spent doing nothing when you could have been with them. Anyone can be taken, at anytime in our lives, but we always wait until they're gone to say the things we never had the courage to before.
You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty.
Somewhere deep down there's a decent man in me, he just can't be found.
Life is funny. It's funny how the simplest things can knock us off our feet - the perfect gust of wind, driving down country roads with the windows down, seeing someone you love smile, being where you feel right, skinny dipping at midnight while the moon shines, letters from old friends...and yet, these simple things, remind us why we live.
So make me laugh like you're so good at doing. Pull me to the top of the world, and maybe, for a minute, I won't worry about falling.
Here I am, so old and yet so young. Stuck, suspended somewhere between adulthood and a child's fantasy.
They say behind every man is a good woman. But I think that's a lie cause when it comes to you I'd rather be by your side.
I can fall for everyone who treats me special but I make sure that at the end of the day, I know my way home to the one who treats me as his life.
Some fairy tales are true, most of them are stories we make up to help us deal with real life. It all depends on your point of view.
Love should never be a secret. If you keep something as complicated as love stored up inside, it could make you sick.
I don't care what people say, the rush is worth the price I pay.
He's like a song stuck in my head, you know? No matter how hard I try to get rid of it, it's always there. And even though I try out other songs in my head, I know it won't work, because in the end, I always come back to that one tune.