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words are bullets and they kill as good as any gun.

It's not what you are that holds you back, it's what you think you are not.

Think of what a better world it would be if we all - the whole world - had cookies and milk about 3 o’clock every afternoon and then lay down with our blankets for a nap. Or if we had a basic policy in our nations to always put things back where we found them and cleaned up our own messes. And it is still true, no matter how old you are, when you go out into the world, it is better to hold hands and stick together. --All I Really Needed to Know I Learned in Kindergarten

I’m a girl. I have feelings. I overreact. I underestimate. I overestimate. I over think everything. I look too deep into everything’s meaning. I dream big. My expectations are high. I can tell when I’m being lied to but sometimes I wish I didn’t. Yes I get jealous, and I’m always scared I’ll lose you. That’s why when I ask how you are I mean it. When I ask how your day was, I genuinely want to know. And when I say I love you, I’m not lying.

Her heart is breaking as she's staring at every single girl that walks by, somehow thinking that they're better than her. Tonight, she'll lie awake, and tear herself down, because that's what she's best at. She's just one of those girls that no matter how many times she's told, never believes that she's beautiful.

USED. That’s all she’s ever been. She has never experienced real love. You know, where she falls and someone is actually there to catch her. No. She sees them waiting at the bottom as she jumps. They promise her they’d catch her, but right as she’s about to land, they step aside. No one has been willing to stay there and catch her before she gets hurt. And she cries herself to sleep at night wondering if anyone ever will.

Everyone has that relationship that they never quite get over. No matter what happens in between, when you're together it's like nothing has changed. deep down, you both know you're supposed to be together, but you just can't seem to make it work.

There is this one boy in my life. He means a whole lot to me. I will never be over him, and I will never, ever forget him. I don't know where the roads of life will take up, but when I look back at high school, he will be one of the people I will see first. He makes me laugh, he makes me smile, he makes me want to be a better person. I get jealous all the time - but he is no way mine, and will most likely never be; but I cant help it. And even though that is true... I don't mind being his friend. I would do absolutely anything for him, and I think he knows that. And people tell me to move on, or forget about him, I never will. All the time I pretend nothing is bothering me and that I don't need him. And I'm okay with that. I'll be his friend forever and ever, as long as that means I'm a part of his life.

You don't realize just how many things remind you
of a person until they become someone you no
longer wish to remember.

And its not about the kiss
its about you
putting your hands on her back
while you gently pull her closer
about the little innocent smile you give her
after your lips have met
and the way you look into her eyes
right before
its not the kiss
its the feeling you get when you kiss.

Don't edit yourself. I don't want the half version, the kind you use to make parents adore you. I want you. I want the flaws, the stuttering, the cursing, and the clumsiness. I want it all. I want your bloopers and laughs. I want the awkward...everything. I want your goofy. I want your anger. I want to fight with you. And you to piss me off. I want to frustrate you. Won't you let me? Will you let me in and show me how you operate?

Here's to..
The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of Jones soda & Bright Eyes playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained highschool party. Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wish was wasted on one person who will never be there for them. Here's to the kids whose idea of a good night is spent watching the stars. Here's to the kids who never were too good at life, but still were wicked cool. Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV.. and blame MTV for ruining their life. Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts. Here's to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush. Here's to the kids who hum "last chance to lose your keys" when they're stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night. Here's to the kids who have ever had a broken heart.. from someone who didn't even know they existed. Here's to the kids who have read the Perks of Being a Wallflower & didn't feel so alone after doing so. Here's to the kids who spend their days in photbooths with their best friend(s). Here's to the kids who are straight-up smartasses & just don't care. Here's to the kids who speak their minds. Here's to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep. Here's to the kidswho second guess themselves on everything they do. Here's to the kids who will never have 100 percent confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.

Turn back in time where you used to sit 4 hours watching the Rugrats. Where you wouldn't ever leave your house without your nano baby, and when Blues Clues was actually challenging. Rewind back to the times when your favorite shows were Doug, Ren & Stimpy, Pinky and the Brain, and Rocko's Modern Life. When you watched re-runs of TGIF, Step by Step, Family Matters, Dinosaurs, and Boy Meets World. When you remember reading every series of Goosebumps, or in that case, remember listening to your mom read them as she grew bored and bored as you grew more excited as to what would happen next. When bringing plastic cartoon lunch boxes to school was pretty much cool, and saying "NOT" after every sentence was the way to talk. When every argument was settled by rock, paper, scissors, bubble gum bubble gum in a dish, or daddy had a donkey inky binky bonky. When cops and robbers was a daily activity, and when hide and go seek was put to pause only when it was snack time. The days when we used to actually obey our parents and when the radio was all we depended on for music. When you knew that Kimberly, the pink ranger, and Tommy, the green ranger, were meant to be together. When you always wanted to send in a tape to America's Funniest Home Videos, but never taped anything funny, so you gave up. When the Magic School Bus made you think that school buses could fly, and when yo-yos made you popular. When getting married meant buying your crush a Ring Pop, and blabbing some random words behind the dumpster. When reading that little paper in the fortune cookie meant everything to you because it predicted your life. The day when you could tell furbie all your little secrets and expect him to talk back, and when Beanie Babies were the talk of the class. When you got creeped out by "Are You Afraid of the Dark?", and when you knew the Macarena by heart. When you lied to your parents to bring you to McDonalds, because you were starving, when really you wanted to play in the play place. When gas was $0.95 a gallon, and Caller ID was a new thing, and when checking out drawing books and "Rainbow Fish" from the library was the cool thing to do. Before we realized all this would eventually disappear, we didn't bother to think of how good things were.

(didnt write it but i love it <3)

if she's amazing, she won't be easy. if she's easy, she won't be amazing. if she's worth it, you won't give up. if you give up, you're not worthy

I make mistakes. I have regrets. I hate being alone. I'm
always late. I hate school. I never call anyone back. I don't
like being wrong. I'm a huge procrastinator. I act like I'm
a lot tougher than I am. I hate being ignored. I cry. I'm shy.
I get annoyed by people too easily. I have enemies. I can't
sing. I have horrible balance. I laugh really obnoxiously. I can't
trust anyone with my life. Many things just seem to get to
me. I'm not perfect. But the beauty of it is, that I don't care.

It's crazy how close you can get to another person. You feel as
though they are a part of you. You feel as though you can't go
to sleep at night without knowing that they are alright. You feel
as though you can't live your life without them, they are your life.
And it's crazy how things can change in the blink of an eye. Suddenly
they're gone. Suddenly you're all alone with no one but yourself to
comfort you from this heartbreak. Suddenly the person you shared
everything with disappears, leaving nothing but the trace of him
behind. The letters, the emails, the phone calls. Suddenly you're
incomplete, and the piece of that is missing is with him, with him
who walked away and never looked back.

It was like she was only there when it was convenient
for him. Like she was the gas station no one ever visited
unless their tank was coming up on empty. Yeah, there
were days when she hated him, and there were days when
she was head over heels, too. But none of those days
mattered, because she could never have him no matter
how hard she fell.

Don't you dare tell me nothing matters. Everything
matters. Every fucking drop of rain, every ray of sunlight,
every wisp of cloud matters. And they matter because
I can see them. And if I can see them, then they can see
me. And I know that there's an entire world that cares
out there, hiding behind a world that doesn't, afraid to
show who it really is. And with or without you, I will drag
that world out of the dirt and the blood and the muck
until we live in it. Until we all live in it.

I'm the girl who was afraid of what would happen
next and ran. In the back of my mind I wish you
would have followed me, but you didn't. So hi,
nice to see you again.

I wish I could go back and rewrite every line to you and
me. I should have given you the second chance you asked
for several times. I should have trusted you. I shouldn't
have let you go. It was the worst mistake of my life. I miss
you more than anything. You're the only guy who gave me
butterflies and now you're gone. You've moved on. You
have a new girlfriend now, which you said you really like.
You broke my heart. And there's nothing I can do about it.

How can you expect to be rescued, if you
never let anyone know you're in danger?

Love isn't him calming you down when you yell. It's him yelling just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn't him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It's after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It's not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It's not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It's him standing there, admitting he's just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved. You've unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person's hands and said, "Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, or forget I ever handed it to you."

I’m a girl. I have feelings. I overreact. I underestimate. I overestimate. I over think everything. I look too deep into everything's meaning. I dream big. My expectations are high. I can tell when I'm being lied to but sometimes I wish I didn't. Yes I get jealous, and I'm always scared I'll lose you. That's why when I ask how you are I mean it. When I ask how your day was, I genuinely want to know. And when I say I love you, I'm not lying