I think I saw you in my sleep, darling. I think I saw you in my dreams, you were stitching up the seams on every broken promise that your body couldn't keep.
Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing and always know exactly how you feel or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that's the thing - love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end of visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens and it is so incredibly messy.
the best moments in reading are when
you come across something, a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at
things that you'd thought special, particular to you. & here it is,
set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even
someone long dead. & it's as if a hand has come out & taken
yours.
you come across something, a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at
things that you'd thought special, particular to you. & here it is,
set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even
someone long dead. & it's as if a hand has come out & taken
yours.
This goes out to
all the people who have been broken, but have been strong enough to let
go. For the people who have hurt so badly that they felt like they would
never love again, but kept their head up. For those who feel like going
back to their old lover would put all the pieces back where they belong
and everything would fit, but accept the cold hard truth instead. For
the people that learn from their mistakes and never stop moving forward,
even when they take two steps back. For the people that wish loneliness
wasn't a part of them, but put up with it anyhow. For the people that
are okay with taking up all of the room in the bed, even if sometimes it
feels a little empty. For the people who wake up in the morning with no
missed calls, but smile anyway. For the people that periodically miss
the past, but are so much more excited for the future. For the people
that have so much tired to their past relationship, but break those
chains to start fresh. For the people that want to look back so badly,
but focus on the road ahead. For the people that pick up the phone so
tempted to call, but keep their dignity in tact instead. For the people
that never wanted to let go, but had to. For the people that still
believe in love even after all of the hurt their heart has endured. For
all the people that gave up not because they were weak, but because most
time it's better just to let go. We'll get our happy ending someday.
all the people who have been broken, but have been strong enough to let
go. For the people who have hurt so badly that they felt like they would
never love again, but kept their head up. For those who feel like going
back to their old lover would put all the pieces back where they belong
and everything would fit, but accept the cold hard truth instead. For
the people that learn from their mistakes and never stop moving forward,
even when they take two steps back. For the people that wish loneliness
wasn't a part of them, but put up with it anyhow. For the people that
are okay with taking up all of the room in the bed, even if sometimes it
feels a little empty. For the people who wake up in the morning with no
missed calls, but smile anyway. For the people that periodically miss
the past, but are so much more excited for the future. For the people
that have so much tired to their past relationship, but break those
chains to start fresh. For the people that want to look back so badly,
but focus on the road ahead. For the people that pick up the phone so
tempted to call, but keep their dignity in tact instead. For the people
that never wanted to let go, but had to. For the people that still
believe in love even after all of the hurt their heart has endured. For
all the people that gave up not because they were weak, but because most
time it's better just to let go. We'll get our happy ending someday.
Sometimes you have to
be strong for yourself. You have to know that you're a good person and a
good friend. What's meant to be will end up good and what's not -
won't. Love is worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only
one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you
just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they
were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when
they come around and don't lose something real. Always fight until you
can't fight anymore, and then be fought for.
be strong for yourself. You have to know that you're a good person and a
good friend. What's meant to be will end up good and what's not -
won't. Love is worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only
one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you
just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they
were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when
they come around and don't lose something real. Always fight until you
can't fight anymore, and then be fought for.
Beautiful things come
out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a
new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds,
how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a
whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to
accept, but it is so damn beautiful if you really take the chance to
realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every
beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps
you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you
that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything
there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that
makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to
be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it.
out of horrible situations. I know for a fact. Out of sadness you get a
new found wisdom on how the world can look with a haze of gray clouds,
how people can be senseless, how you can see the whole universe in a
whole new way. And that may be hard to handle, hard to cope, hard to
accept, but it is so damn beautiful if you really take the chance to
realize. Out of anger, you can feel your heart beat race, with every
beat it is shaking your whole being and not only the heavy steps
you take. It is when you, your whole self and some power is telling you
that you are alive. And that is amazing in every angle. Out of anything
there is something in there that makes it incredible. Something that
makes it shine. Whatever you feel is potent and it is such a blessing to
be able to feel what you feel. You just have to think about it.
Serendipity. Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.
They judge her too quickly. The "party girl" and a "slut" all at the same time. But it's worse, it's not just her peers that judge her, but her teachers, adults, everyone that the teachers see as a girl who comes into class, telling her weekend drunks stories and they assume she can't possibly be a good student, but she's just a "party girl" and the adults that pass her on the streets see a "slut", someone who wears too short of skirts, and too tight shirts, and she can't possibly be a role model in those clothes. But they never wonder whats underneath her make-up and her clothes, they can never see past the crazy party stories, and realize that its all a coverup for a girl that doesn't know what a real smile is. A girl that is afraid of who she is, or who she once was. A girl that is tired of tears and tries anything to play it off to the world that she is happy.
What happened? I used to be the girl who never did this. But somehow, now I'm falling too hard, too fast and I know I'm just setting myself up for another disappointment.
I liked when my fingers were entangled in yours,
and my head was on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
It made me feel safe, like at that moment, nothing bad could touch me.
I wish I could stay in your arms forever.
and my head was on your chest, listening to your heartbeat.
It made me feel safe, like at that moment, nothing bad could touch me.
I wish I could stay in your arms forever.
I’m afraid that in the end, I’ll just be another girl in your life and you’ll be a guy I will never forget
I want you to make the effort. I want to be sought after, irresistibly. I want to occupy your mind, as you do mine.
Sometimes it feels as though the past is holding me back. I can feel it tugging upon my arms, as I pull away. I'm trying to forget everything about it, and more and more everyday I notice how it's impossible.You can't forget and leave what your past was. The only memories that fade are the bad ones, so all you have to remember is how happy you once were, and no longer are.
I hate how easily I can get over every other guy, but with you it's like I can't even go an hour without thinking of you. I get butterflies when someone says your name and the worst part is that I know you will never feel the same way.
don’t waste tears crying for a guy who doesn’t even deserve to see your smile.
sometimes, i feel like i don't belong where i am and that i have
the wrong people in my life. i get this feeling, like i'm an outsider
even when i'm being included or that i'm always around people
who don't know me at all. then i see you smile at me and i don't
mind being invisible to the rest of the world, i realize i'll always
feel alone without you around.
the wrong people in my life. i get this feeling, like i'm an outsider
even when i'm being included or that i'm always around people
who don't know me at all. then i see you smile at me and i don't
mind being invisible to the rest of the world, i realize i'll always
feel alone without you around.
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