Sometimes there is nothing to be said. Sometimes nothing should be said. I just want to find someone who wont run away. Someone to look me in the eyes and tell me its okay that things don't always go right. That this is how life works. and how it will always work. That it's not going to be easy. Today, Tomorrow, the next day. But it will somehow get better.
But nothing is wasted. There's no song you can listen to, no person you can speak to, no moment it takes to see things as they are that doesn't teach you something. You need everything you know.
i love you. i hate you. please let go… please don’t let go.
they loved her fancy underwear. every boyfriend every year. she tried to keep them entertained, when they can hardly remember her name. she did everything she could just to to make him love and treat her good. she found herself alone asking herself,� 'where did I go wrong?'
That smart people are always going to call other people stupid and beautiful people will always call other people ugly and rich people will always call other people poor, but it really just boils down to the fact that we’re all going to fucking die.
I would kiss you every day, and tell you, you don’t have to be anybody, because I should know that being somebody doesn’t make you anybody, at all.
Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again yet still expecting different results.
Please don’t lie, don’t lie to me that you’re not afraid, my love. I know you well enough to know you can’t be alone.
Everytime I meet someone new, I want to start my life completely over, brand new. Just for them. Sometimes some people are so nice it hurts. I have been waiting all my life for the right circumstances to change. Well here it is. and im not ready no, i'm not ready yet.
but i think we all miss somebody we shouldn’t be missing for reasons we shouldn’t be missing them for — for all the wrong reasons, and�nothing more.
How can someone who spends so much time worrying about what other people think of them manage to still only think of themself?
You are the last drink I never should drunk. You are the body hidden in the trunk. You are the habit I can’t seem to kick. You are my secrets on the front page every week. You are the car I never should have bought. You are the train I never should have caught. You are the cut that makes me hide my face. You are the party that makes me feel my age. Like a car crash I can see but I just can’t avoid. Like a plane I’ve been told I never should board. Like a film that’s so bad but I’ve gotta stay till the end. Let me tell you now, It’s lucky for you that we even met.
Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of affection because of fear. Fear that their feelings may not be recognized, or even worst, returned. But one thing about human beings puzzles me the most is their conscious effort to be connected with the object of their affection even if it kills them slowly within.
Letting go doesn’t mean we don’t care. Letting go doesn’t mean we shut down. Letting go means we stop trying to force outcomes and make people behave. It means we give up resistance to the way things are, for the moment. It means we stop trying to do the impossible–controlling that which we cannot–and instead, focus on what is possible
Because sometimes there is no easy way out. You just have to grin and bear it. Sometimes the only escape route is to go straight through the flames, just brace yourself and bite your lip. Sometimes you have to sever the ties clean off. Because in every relationship there comes a point when the damage is too much and no matter how good it once was, the memories can’t sustain you. You have to save yourself knowing all the while it will hurt like hell. Because you can’t keep giving someone everything if you get nothing in return.
Again, same day, two years later, reunion.
This is going to be a fucking blast.
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Someone make the winter come back, so I can feel at home. So I can take walks without getting frustrated, so I can do what I used to love most.
Lately, I've been wasting my time remembering how things used to be, and listening to Say hi to your Mom.
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