You've taught me and showed me many things.
You've taught me I can love, that people can care about me. You showed me the feeling of being in someone’s arms when they mean the world to you. The feeling of compassion. So many wonderful things. Thank you for that. You've also showed me that people break promises, that people don't always hold true to their word. You've taught me that you can love someone more than anything in the world, yet hate them just as much. That just because someone says something, that doesn't mean it's true. You've showed me how bad it hurts to have the guy you love and thought loved you push you away and treat you as if you are worthless. You've showed me wonderful things just as well as horrible things. I do thank you for both.You've now prepared me for the harsh world I am entering. People who say they care, but don't always.
Thank you for teaching me early.

I don't have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to hug you, I have the ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart that's aching to see you smile again.

To tell you the truth I don't have much to offer. But I'll still give you everything I've got, even if it's barely a thing at all. I'll give you late nights, long hugs. Someone to talk to, someone to care for, someone who will always be there. A hand to hold, somebody to lean on. And if that's not enough, just know you have all of me. I hope that's enough.

I ask myself why, and in that same breath, as I watch you, I get my answer. It's everything about you; it's that teasing smile, that warm scent. It's the curve of your arms, the tousle of your hair, the ring of your voice. It's just everything about you. But more than that, it's everything about me. It's everything about the way you make me laugh, cry, smile and hurt. It's everything about the way you make me feel. And that's everything that I cannot, and would not, want to let go of

I wish that my head was my own notebook. I wish every single one of my thoughts were written down. Okay, it doesn't have to be a notebook. It can be an air sick bag for all I care. I am this person inside my head I could only dream to be. She's so open, so alive, she's so thoughtful and she is brilliant. She dreams of things I cant imagine on seeing. She sees colors, not words or people. She sees rainbows of colors. She is life. She breathes flowers and exhales master pieces of art. She excels in education, music, and art. She is the person I can only be in my head. I'll keep her there. She's safe there. She hasn't been hurt, she hasn't seen pain. In my eyes, there's still hope for her. I bet her heart is full of love and compassion. The kind of compassion that's been torn from my eyes, my heart, and my finger tips. Her lips are untouched and so soft. I could only imagine what she is capable of. I'd probably hate her if she was real. I'd probably find some reason to hate her. And I'd probably tear her, from limb to limb. I'd make her cry, just to watch her mascara run. But, I bet even then, make up smeared, eyes red and puffy, I bet even then she's still beautiful.

Forgive me for liking you too much, I'll forgive you for not liking me enough. Forgive me for the loud racing of my heart, I'll forgive you for not hearing it. Forgive me for finding you amazing, I'll forgive you for never noticing. Forgive me for wanting to be with you more than anything, I'll forgive you for avoiding me. Forgive me for being so pathetic, I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it. Forgive me for not being able to let go, I'll forgive you for never holding on.

All the best love stories have one thing in common… you have to go against odds to get there. -Party of Five

I don't have the words to make you feel better, but I do have the arms to hug you, I have the ears to listen to whatever you want to talk about, and I have a heart that's aching to see you smile again.

You want to know what the truth is? I still love you and I probably will love you for a very long time. But I can`t just be your buddy, cause as much as I enjoy the concept of being "just friends," in reality it`s a bizarre form of torture. And I`m just not willing to participate in it. so right now what I want to do is just move on and get over you and the only way for me to do that is to not be around you anymore.

I think that the only reason why people hold onto memories so tight, for so long is cause memories are the only things that don`t change when everything else does.

There are just those times when you give me that look and no one else may see it, but when you look at me that way, my heart just melts, and I know you`re the one.

If you're here to apologize, I don't want to hear it. You've had your chance, too many in fact, and I mean this when I say it, I'm finally ready to let you go. Because you've let me down too many times before. And I was a fool to keep taking you back, to keep loving you with all I've got when you only ever give something like 12% of your love to me. It hasn't been fair on me, I've been giving my all and you've been pushing me away, pulling me back, pushing me away and then reeling me back in when it's convenient for you. I can't keep going on like this; I can't keep wasting my love on someone who is less than deserving. I can't keep destroying myself; I can't have you in my life anymore, so goodbye.

When someone`s gone from your life for a really long time, you start to forget stuff about them. Like, you forget what their voice sounded like, and how they loved you so much, & how everything you did was completely okay with them.

It`s one of those feelings. The ones where you get the good kind of goose bumps in 90 degree weather. You sit there and think about him and you can`t help but smile whenever you see him. He takes your breath away. You`d rather spend the rest of your life sitting there with him than winning the lottery or becoming famous, cause when you`re with him, you have everything.

"How can you say that? You think I want this? That I don't care? Believe me, I want to be here, to do things. I want to graduate from high school. I want to go to the stupid Winter Formal. I have this friend, and it would be fun to go with him. Just to dance, hear lame music, to wear a silly dress and laugh and stuff. I'd like to go. There's a lot I'd like to do. You know, I'd love to ice skate at Rockefeller Center. And I'd love to see my cousins grow up, see who they become 'cause they're really mean and I think they're gonna be fat. I'd love to backpack. Or, I don't know, fall in love. But I won't...I just never will."

I won’t fight to stay when all you want for me to do is leave. I’m not gonna miss you when you don’t miss me. I’m not gonna care when you don’t at all. I’m just not going to try anymore. You’ve kept my hopes up for much too long; it’s about time they come crashing back down to earth. It’s time I start thinking about myself again and not you. It’s time I be strong. It’s time I let you go. It’s about time I be happy. It’s about time I leave you alone.

I quit. I’m over you. I fell so hard. I was
always there when you needed to talk to someone.
Yeah so basically I’m tired of being just a "friend" or
chasing you. So if you want me, I’m here. But I’m done wasting
all my time on someone who doesn’t care

I hate moods like these.
when I strive for something new and get tired of who I am.
it's one of the worst feelings.

Yeah but even when you're here, you're gone.
I miss the old you, and I know lately
I haven't been the easiest person to be around,
but can we just rewind, restart, relove?

I`m always a mess. I can never keep my own secrets. I laugh too hard at stupid things. My favorite songs can make me cry. I always watch for 11:11, but I miss it more than I notice it. I live in the past, in the memories I have with the people I love. I hate thinking about reality and I`m so homesick that it`s not even funny. But not homesick in a missing my house kind of way...maybe it`s more like heartsick for all the things that I can`t get back. It`s hard for me to define myself. I guess I`m just a cliche--the girl who loved too hard and didn`t get anything in return. I don`t want to be the heroine in some tragic love story...I just want the one person who has never given me a second thought.

As I stand here looking at you, I wonder if there`ll ever be a day when I can get over your smile? When I`ll let go of the hugs you gave me that I continue to feel? A day when I forget the words you said to me? Forget what you meant to me or forget how much I love you? But no matter what you did to me, whatever happens to us, I know I could never get over, let go or forget you.

I wish I could make things like they used to be, except you wouldn`t have so much control over me and I wouldn`t be so head over heels. Ahhh, who am I kidding? I'd do it all over again if it meant more time with you.

When you see me now, I hope you're sorry and I hope you regret how you hurt me. I hope you see me with someone else and wish it was you. I hope you regret all you've done and wish you could take it all back.

I will never regret you or say that I wish I'd never met you because once upon a time you were exactly what I needed.

Without him, I didn't feel the simplicities in the world anymore. The sky was just the sky, and I was just a girl, and without him, neither seemed quite as exquisite and beautiful.

It's the constant reminder of what I can and cannot have. The smell, the taste, it's all just fake, the truth is all I lack. So I will keep on running, and keep my head above the ground, and I will search for you in places that you cannot be found.

I guess it’s because I can’t help but to remember everything. I mean, you see somebody and you think about all they’ve ever said and done. The good and the bad. It all comes back to you, and it feels so right and hurts so bad all at once.

it's not that I don't care about you
It's that I've finally decided to get my priorities straight.
And I'm only putting you on my list
if you can find somewhere to place me on yours.

This is why you should never, ever get your hopes up.
This is why you should see the glass as half empty.
So when the whole thing spills, you aren’t as devastated.

I miss those midnight conversations. I miss how you would make me laugh out of my own frustration. But you just come to know that you get so used to being loved, and in one second it can all come crashing down. Now I know to not let anything get that far ever again, because I didn't know how I could wake up one morning and have it all hit me.
I didn't know I could miss you this much.

I need a reason to stay here. I need a reason to wake up and not care that it's raining.
- Grey's Anatomy

You know that feeling of waiting for someone. I mean really waiting for someone - standing in front of a restaurant in the cold and having hundreds of people pass you on the sidewalk. And you don't want to do anything else, because you're afraid you might miss something - that somehow if you don't spot him right away, he'll walk right by. So you stand there and you don't do anything except think about how you're standing there. Occasionally you might look at your watch, or check your cell phone to see if it's accidentally on silent, even though you already checked for that a minute ago. That's what this is starting to feel like.

You make me feel so comfortable in silence. With other people, it's awkward, I have to ramble on to fill the space in between us. But with you, your eyes speak the words I need to hear, and your heart sings my favorite song. Although I can hear nothing, I feel everything I need.

And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.

And honestly, I have been begging for answers
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying loud
I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe.

And i've finally found that life goes on without you,
& my world still turns when your not around.

During my second year of nursing school our professor
gave us a quiz.  I breezed through the questions until I
read the last one:  "What is the first name of the woman
who cleans the school?"  Surely this was a joke.  I had
seen the cleaning woman several times, but how would
I know her name?  I handed in my paper, leaving the
last question blank.  Before the class ended, one student
asked if the last question would count toward our grade. 
"Absolutely," the professor said.  "In your careers, you
will meet many people.  All are significant.  They deserve
your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and
say hello."  I've never forgotten that lesson. 
I also learned her name was Dorothy. 
  + + Joann C. Jones

Theres only so many times you can allow someone to let you down before you can't handle the disappointment anymore. When things change, people change. There's a point in life where you get tired of chasing everyone trying to fix things, but it's not giving up, you've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts.

Truth is, sometimes you scare the shit out of me. You make me feel as if I’m not alone. Yet, I know any minute you have the ability to rip that feeling from me. Truth is, I love you, and that in itself, is scary enough

Promise me. That's all I want. Just a promise that you will never forget me. Tell me I changed you somehow. Let me know that I had an impact on your life. Promise me that you'll always remember me. Losing you was hard enough. But I don't want to go on knowing I meant absolutely nothing to you.

Unlike her, I was there for you through the tough times, when you actually needed a best friend. Maybe it doesn't mean anything to you anymore, maybe it never did. But it meant a lot to me, you meant a lot to me, and you still do. -The O.C.

There were times when he caught me, but more times when he let me fall. And it finally came time for me to learn that I could pick myself up off the ground and walk away.

You ask me "Whats wrong?" and you sound so sincere, but I wonder what you would do if I said everything that was wrong had to do with you.

If you ask why I’m not interested in someone, I might say their nose is too big,
or they don’t know how to dress, or they’re too thin or too fat or too plain. But the truth is, I only notice those things because of the real reason— that I’m just not feeling anything. But people don’t want to hear that. they always want an explanation. So I have to come up with something concrete even though feelings aren’t like that. If I did meet a guy and I felt happy with him for whatever reason, I wouldn’t give a rat’s ass what he wore or how tall he was or what he did for a living. But when i’m with someone and it just doesn’t feel right, that’s when I start noticing the bad haircut or Chicago accent or unibrow. And it’s true that tomorrow I may go home with someone who you think is totally wrong for me. And the next day I might meet a perfectly nice guy who you think I should feel excited about, but I don’t. But if I do go home with someone, it means for a change, something feels right. For a change, I’m feeling hopeful.I just want to feel happy when I’m with someone.

There was a silence between them for a moment, and she wondered if all women, when in love, were torn between two impulses, a longing to throw modesty and reserve to the winds and confess everything, and an equal determination to conceal the love forever, to be cool, aloof, utterly detached, to die rather than admit a thing so
personal, so intimate.

I just want to be with you. If I could hold your hand for the rest of my life, I would never be scared again. I want to hold you tight and I want to tell you every second how much you mean to me, because no one has ever meant more. I just want to be able to help you and make you smile. Just let me make you smile.

I lost you. I lost the only thing that ever really mattered to me. I lost the only thing that made me feel alive. I loved you with all my heart... but I guess that wasn't enough.

I will never ever lose hope. I refuse to. No matter the odds, no matter what happens, it’s still my choice, my decision, my power, to hold onto the faith in what I believe to be true. That's the one thing that can never be taken from me unless I allow it because I believe that sometimes the impossible is possible.

I don't understand you one little bit. You mess up my head and play games with my heart. I shouldn't love you, but there's something that keeps me holding on. Maybe it's the hope that you're going to change one day soon and stop hurting me. Or maybe it's the fact that I'm in too deep and letting go now would mean hitting the bottom. It's all your fault and I need to get out, but you're not going to help me.

I’ve accepted that we can’t be, but I’ve also accepted that you’re going to be that one person I carry with me for the rest of my life, the one who is always going to make my heart jump a little and my stomach tie up in knots. No matter how happy I am otherwise and no matter how long it’s been. The one I will always wish had secretly asked me to the dance even though I’m happier with the guy that did. Do you realize how incredibly difficult it is to accept both things at once?

Don't get me wrong, you're still my favorite person I look forward to everyday. But you are smothering me without doing anything. That's my problem: You. You are the reason I can never look at a guy the way i wanna look at you. You are the reason I will probably never love the way i wanna love you. You are the reason i can never want to be with someone other than you.

I want to fall in love with the sweetest guy ever and I want it to be you.
But, we all no that's not who you are, or who you'll ever be.

I give myself good advice but I don't follow it.

I read what you leave in public spaces. The songs you reference.
The quotes you quote. I know it's about me. I can feel you thinking of me.
I want to tell you that I know and admit that I feel the same. But I can't. Not yet.

There are so many people reading these words now that if you put your hand against
the screen, I can promise you, no matter what time it is, no matter where you are,
someone else who feels the same is doing it too.

I don't think you're a slut. I've known you for five years and you don't sleep with a lot of guys, you just keep sleeping with this one. Half the time you wanna stab him with a steak knife, the other half you can't keep your hands off him. For you, that's true love.

don't waste your time asking why such an amazing
thing could happen to you, just let it happen. don't
doubt that you could be loved, just let yourself be
loved. if you don't believe you're worthy of anyone's
time, then you won't be. take yourself seriously and
others will too. 'why' is such a wasteful question.
why? because that's the way it's supposed to be.
that's the only answer you can have. accept it.

and there are days when I wan't to scream and tell you to get out,
because i'm so sick of your bullshit, and then there are the days where
I just want to lay next to you and have you whisper in my ear,
that you'll love me forever. Please, don't ever let go.
your the reason i'm still holding on to this earth
[hippielove_quotes]

Over the past year, I've learned so much about love
& life. Even if I could, I would never take back all the
things I've done that brought me here, to this moment.

I think we spend too much time wondering why we're not good enough - we spend too much time overanalyzing, over-thinking, and overreacting. We waste too much time putting ourselves down, so much that we don't ever stop to see that well, we are good enough. You are good enough. We spend too much time with our heads down and hearts closed; and never get a chance to look up from the ground and see that the sun is shining and tomorrow is another day.

Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night's sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way too.

He's annoying, he's hilarious, he's the world's biggest asshole, he makes me want to scream, he ruins my day and saves it at the last minute, he drives me crazy, he's out of his mind, I hate his guts, and he's everything I want.

You gradually get over the pain. It
doesn't go away, not for a long time,
but it becomes easier to live with. One
morning you wake up and hes not the
first thing on your mind. And then a
few months down the line, you realize
you've made it through half a day
without thinking of him. Sometimes it
takes months, sometimes years, but
eventually you reach a point when you
only think about him occasionally. You
manage to do this because you don't
see them, you don't hear about them, you
try not to think about them. And then you
bump into them walking down the street,
or someone unexpected mentions their
name...and the memories come flooding
back. But memories also become less
painful in time.

I’m sorry but I’m no good for you. We’re living in two separate worlds, and though I loved the times they intertwined maybe it’s time for me to leave you be. Because I’m no good. I over-analyze, over-think and overreact of the smallest of things. I appear to be some loud, social, happy girl, but really I’m just someone who finds it too hard to open up and talk to people about deeper things. I care too much of what people think of me, I get jealous, my mood swings from one end to the other all the time. I’m not the girl with the looks, personality, I’m not someone anyone would go for. I don’t want to drag you down.

You know, those first couple weeks after you left, I thought my world was flipped upside down. I felt free, something I hadn’t felt in awhile, and I took that as a bad thing. Who am I going to sit by now? Who am I going to text all night long until one of us falls asleep? How am I going to function without you there? During those couple weeks I had to think, time to reflect, and time to learn from my obvious mistake. Do you know what I realized? You aren’t my everything. You never really were. Sure, nine months is a long time to be with someone, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to fall apart without you. The beginning was rough, yes, but I moved on. I grew up, and you, well, you’re still the same. I hope she gets out before there’s no turning back.

I’d give you my everything if you gave me yours. I know we tried this a few times, but that was before. I’m ready if you’re ready, and I’m pretty sure I am. I’m waiting for you here, but I don’t know how long I can.

I’ve had you so many times, let’s face it. It feels like I’m falling in love alone. Stop saying you’re sorry. You want to know something? I knew. I knew you didn’t feel that way about me. I knew, and I still let it happen – because, well, I figured that one night with you was better than never. So will you stop saying you’re sorry? Because you didn’t know better, but I did.

I realize that overall, you weren’t really worth it. There were moments with you that made me really happy, but the majority of the time you just shut me out. That’s why this summer, I’ll try to get over you. We might’ve had something really great, but I guess we’ll never know. I’ll never forget the good times with you, but I’ll also never forget how you hurt me more than any other boy.

I won’t fight to stay when all you want for me to do is leave. I’m not gonna miss you when you don’t miss me. I’m not gonna care when you don’t at all. I’m just not going to try anymore. You’ve kept my hopes up for much too long; it’s about time they come crashing back down to earth. It’s time I start thinking about myself again and not you. It’s time I be strong. It’s time I let you go. It’s about time I be happy. It’s about time I leave you alone.

I loved you. And here's a news flash: you protected me from nothing. I spent time missing you, wondering what the hell I did wrong to make you do that to me. I thought everything was my fault. And even when I got over that, I still knew what I'd lost: you. You were the one who made me laugh when I had a crappy day. You were the one I vented to when I was mad, the one I shared all the good stuff with. You always knew when I was full of crap, and you always called me on it. You were smart, you were funny, you were good-looking. You were mine. And then, suddenly, you weren't. I knew every day exactly what I'd lost, and I missed you every day. That's the big favor you did for me. Thanks so much. Here's the kicker... you weren't even protecting me. You were protecting yourself. If you'd give half a thought to me, you would've said goodbye.

Life gives answer in 3 ways...
It says YES and gives you what you want.
It says NO and gives you something better.
It says WAIT and gives you the BEST.

I just want you to know I’ll never forget you. You’ve changed me in so many ways. I’m a different person because of you and I’m so thankful for having you in my life. It’s just that, now, we should move on. We shared our time together, and changed with each other, but now, I just need more. This isnt goodbye, just so long.

 There comes a point when you just love someone. Not because they're good, or bad, or anything really. You just love them. It doesn't mean you'll be together forever. It doesn't mean you won't hurt each other. It just means you love them. Sometimes in spite of who they are, and sometimes because of who they are. And you know that they love you, sometimes because of who you are, and sometimes in spite of it.

Believe me when I say you changed me for the better. From now on I look at love differently. I will no longer throw the word around and I will no longer fall for it so easily. I will be careful with my heart so it doesn't break again, for if it does it may never come back. I thank you for making me realize I have my own two feet I can stand on, and I don't need a man to make me proud of myself. I know you thought I would not take this well and crawl back to you the second I got a chance, but I'm stronger. And this is my new challenge and I will defeat it. Thanks for helping me realize I'm strong on my own.

you know, after my mom died, everybody told me that i was gonna be okay. that, it would take a little time, but i would heal. well, that didn't ever happen; not really anyway... what you're feeling right now "a", it doesn't ever really go away - not completely. it's not like, you know, you're gonna go back to being the person you were before they died - the person's gone. it's more like something inside of you breaks and your body finds a way to compensate for it. like if you busted your right hand, you figure out how to use the left one. and sure, you might resist for awhile because you're pissed off that you have to learn all this stuff again that nobody else does. eventually your body takes over and figures it out for you. and you're glad, because if it was up to you... you'd look at your broken hand forever and try to figure out what it was like before.

And so, while the rest of the world went on unaware,
drinking their coffee, reading the sports page, and
picking up their dry cleaning, I leaned forward and
kissed him, making a choice that would change
everything. Maybe somewhere there was a ripple,
a bit of a jump, some small shift in the universe,
barely noticeable. I didn’t feel it then. I felt only him
kissing me back, easing me into the sunlight as I lost
myself in the taste of him and felt the world go on,
just as it always had, all around us.

These are things that I could not tell you; things that remind me of you when I want nothing more to forget; things that have gone wrong; things that have gone right; things that will never happen; things that are your fault, my fault, the faults of no one; these are the things that we did not do and will not let go of.

Someone please help me out, I never meant to take this so far. Now I've fallen way too hard. Take a long step back to the days when I was younger. Decisions never mattered all this much.

Can't help but feel a little upset about the things you and I never had. I had the world but instead I threw it all away. Now it's just another one of those days.

If you've ever had one of those times when you've clutched a pen or something else in your hand for a long time, only to look down and be surprised that you are still holding it long after your need for it had passed, you'll understand sometimes we get so use to holding that we forget to let go.

I’m here to make you happy, but I can’t promise you this will last. This is so wrong, but it feels so right to me, and I can’t let you go. Not just yet. Not before time is done. Not before I’ve had my fun. And not before I break your heart.

It hurts to say goodbye to a person that you almost gave your life to, knowing that life without them, won’t be the same. But it’s better to give up the feeling rather than fight, knowing that you’re the only one fighting.

I’m scared to move on because I’m worried that the second I’m happy with someone else, you’ll pop up and ruin it. Ruin it by telling me that you want me, and that you’re sorry, and that you like me “kinda a lot,” and that you miss me “kinda a lot.” I’m worried that I’ll get so confused because I’ll be so happy with him, but of course I’ll still want you, and that will make me start crying all the time, end up losing the best relationship I ever had, just to have you get bored again and move onto some trashy girl. The worst part about all of this? I can see you doing it, because you want me hooked, you want me as an option, even if it is an option you’ll never take.

I felt my heart jump, it was so risky and so scary, and yet at the same time, so beautiful. Maybe the truth was, it shouldn't be easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It's the the things you fight for and struggle with before earning that have the greatest worth. When something's difficult to come by, you'l do that much more to make sure it's even harder - if not impossible - to lose.

People call me a quitter, but you are an example that if I want something, I put so much time and effort into getting it. I fight until it frickin hurts. I fight until I get what I want.  WRITTEN BY ME

It's amazing how all this can be happening. I mean, my whole life is falling apart and yet, every time I talk to him, I stop feeling bad for myself, and I begin to smile. He always has that effect over me.

Look, I guarantee there'll be tough times. I guarantee that at some time, one or both of us is gonna want to get out of this thing. But I also guarantee that if I don't ask you to be mine, I'll regret it for the rest of my life, because I know, in my heart, you're the only one for me.

Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice, literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be loved.

Getting over you is the hardest thing I've ever been put through
I have my own stages of heaven and hell
Some days you'll hardly cross my mind and I begin to think I'm over you
Then other days everywhere I look is a memory revolved around you
Its an absolute catastrophe

And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.

there are two ways to look at life.
you can complain that the roses have thorns
or you can be happy that the thorns have roses.

I think I think too much. I worry over things that have yet to come, wasting time lingering over the future so much that I miss out on the joys of the present. I need to stop, I need to stop being this over-analytic, paranoid little girl; I need to start to be myself again. Because I'm sick of missing out on the joys of this life worrying over such nonsense - things that may not even ever happen.

So what do you do when the person you love is the reason behind all your pain? When things aren't the same anymore & you constantly see yourself striving to maintain a perfect relationship? When you no longer trust that person because their words continuously contradict their actions? Have you ever felt this unbearable pain in your chest, but think to yourself that the pain is worth it because in the end you are still with that person? Whenever they are out, you have a million of ideas just clustered in the back of your mind. You try your best to trust them, but for some reason you just can't. You want them to do little sweet meaningful things, but yet they don't. You find yourself so infatuated with this thing we call "love" that you isolate yourself from everyone & everything you once loved. But in the end, is it really worth all the trouble & sacrifice?

What's worse than wanting something you can't have? It's not knowing what you want. Wishing on all the stars in the sky for the answers to your questions, for something to believe in; someone to hold. Having absolutely no control over yourself, being caught up in a place you wish you were miles away from. Being stuck somewhere between the past and the future, nowhere near where you should be - in the present. Stuck in yesterdays and tomorrows, so far from home, far from everything you know and love. The uncertainty could just about tear you to bits.
-mypaperairoplane

Some people can just move on, you know. They mourn and cry and then they're done with it or at least appear to be. But to me, I don't know. I didn't want to fix it; I didn't want to forget it. It wasn't something that was broken, it was just something that happened. And I'm finding ways, everyday, of working around it. I'm respecting and remembering it, but I'm getting along with my life at the same time.

Here’s to the notes lost in the washer, to the memories washed away. Here’s to never forgetting. Here’s to being young and never wanting to grow up. Here’s to waking up next to the one you love. Here’s to believing every lie people ever told you. Here’s to those that just need someone to sleep next to. Here’s to change, both good and bad. Here’s to missing people you care about. Here’s to moving on. Here’s to feeling infinite. Here’s to all the wishes at 11:11, hoping one day they’ll come true. Here’s to remembering old friends. Here’s to all the words we never said, and to the ones we choke on. Here’s to holding your breath in that one perfect moment. Here’s to the ones who were on top of the world but fell off. Here’s to every tear you’ve wasted on people who never cared. Here’s to trying to be perfect even when you know its not possible. Here’s to finding him, and holding on tight. Here’s to the nights spent living for the moment. Here’s to speaking the most honest words you’ve ever spoken in your life. Here’s to those who fall in love in their dreams. Here’s to not knowing, and not wanting to know. Here’s to those who wonder where love starts. Here’s to serendipity… even if it doesn’t last. Here’s to the girls who fall too fast… and know it. Here’s to the songs that make you feel like nothing hurts. Here’s to the ones who bend over backwards to be loved, but aren’t. Here’s to everyone who has ever cried themselves to sleep. Here’s to those nights where you just can’t sleep. Here’s to every word they said to you replaying, over and over. Here’s to leaping before you look. Here’s to the times I wish I had said no. Here’s to the times I’m glad I said yes. Here’s to that tingly butterfly feeling you get when he’s around. Here’s to the nights when feelings change, for better or worse. Here’s to the first kisses. Here’s to those who survived to become stronger, better people. Here’s to life, as hard as it may be, and picking yourself up when you’ve fallen down.

too often we're scared. scared of what we might not be able to do. scared of what people might think if we tried. we let fears stand in the way of our hopes. we say no when we want to say yes. we sit quietly when we want to scream. and we shout with the others when we should keep out mouths shut. why? after all, we do only go around once. there's really no time to be afraid. just do it.

i walk around the school hallways and look at the people. i look at the teachers and wonder why they're here. if they like their jobs. or us. and i wonder how smart they were when they were fifteen. not in a mean way. in a curious way. it's like looking at all the students and wondering who's had their heart broken that day, and how they are able to cope with having three quizzes and a book report due on top of that. or wondering who did the heart breaking. and wondering why.

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less. These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete... Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever. Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side. Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent. Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you. Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again. Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind. And always remember: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

What you want is what you want. I’m not going to battle you anymore. If this is the way you want it to be. Then fine, just don't forget who I am when you don't know what to do.
©prettyinpearls_quotes

I want to be immune to what you're saying cause you're hurting me. I just want to sit here and hate you. I need to find a way to deal with my pain and anger. I wish I could make you disappear. You want to know what my problem is? My lips say I hate you. But my heart whispers I still love you somehow.

I won't fight to stay when all you want for me to do is leave. I'm not gonna miss you when you don't miss me. I'm not gonna care when you don't at all. I'm just not going to try anymore. You've kept my hopes up for much too long, it's about time they come crashing back down to Earth. It's time I start thinking about myself again, and not you. It's time I be strong. It's time I let you go. It's about time I be happy; it's about time I leave you alone.

I've found that it`s a good thing to go through heartache at one point or another in your lifetime. Not the petty, childhood heartache. But the horrible kind we've experienced. But see, when you get to the healing part of this, you will have so much love to share with someone. You will be able to appreciate someone in ways even you cannot understand. You will be so much stronger than you were before. I know how much this sucks right now and I know it seems unfair, but when it's all said and done with, this will all make sense. All this pain you are going through at this moment will eventually teach you some of the greatest lessons in life you will ever need to learn.

So, you'll come across so many people in your life. Ones you think will stay in your life, stay with you forever. You come across people you will love, very much. But sometimes love isn't enough to tackle all the obstacles in life and you will have to deal with the heartbreak of knowing that that person you love is gone and you're left, alone, to try your very hardest to fall out of love. To do something you never thought you'd have to do. Just keep your head held high. Don't let it get to you, don't fall apart. Clear your heart and let it go. And when it comes around again, let love in. Because you never know. It's all about having faith.
-mypaperairoplane

it’s one of those feelings. the ones where you get the good kind of goose bumps in 90 degree weather. you sit there thinking about him & you can't help but smile whenever you see him. he takes your breath away. you’d rather spend the rest of you life, sitting there with him than winning the lottery or becoming famous because, when you're with him, you have everything

You've made a lasting impression, I hope you know. But don't take it personally when I tell you, you need to leave. You need to go and just get out of my head, out of my heart. Because as far as I'm concerned you’re the only one who's ever been there, the only one who's stayed and ever will be staying. No matter how hard I try, I can’t deny this - you've always had my heart, even when you didn’t want it, or when I didn’t want you to have it. It’s been yours, and always will be. Take it or leave it.

Somehow I wasn't meant to have you then, not even for a day. I tore my heart and skin out thinking about you, suffered through a life lived without you, hoping you'd come back when it was time.

It's probably the wrong time to tell you this, but, well, maybe it's the perfect time. I realize how incredibly confusing things are between us right now. I can't even begin to explain our relationship. You probably can't either, but I just want you to know that if you ever need me, I'll always be here for you. All you have to do is ask.

"My mind says yes, but my heart says no. And my mind says walk, but my feet won't go away"

You know what I think hurts the most? The feeling of being replaced. It’s like no matter what you did, it wasn’t enough. And no matter what you do to try and capture their heart again, doesn’t seem to work. And you’re suddenly left thinking that you’ll never be enough. And a sudden sadness captures your heart that never really leaves.

You gave me the best gift anyone ever could;
you took me through one of the biggest life experiences,
you & i made countless memories that i will cherish forever,
& you completely helped me find myself..
& although the pain ran deeper than nearly anything else
i would never have wanted to share my first love with anyone else

i love that feeling. you know, the one you get when you take a deep breath and suddenly everything feels like it's going to be okay. when you're hopeless as can be, and life is going nowhere, there's those moments we have every now and then where we just stop, and we get this feeling, that can't be described, but you just.. you just feel like everything really is going to be okay. like the world stopped spinning for a second, and everything was clear. i need more of those moments.(c)sweetestsin_ox

You want to know what happiness is?
It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason,
shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you.
You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state.
They breathe as though the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own.
You smile, kiss their face in the most gentle manner so as not to wake them.
You turn back around and an involuntary grin forms on your own face.
You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than this.

I put my hand on him. Touching him was always so important to me.
It was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches.
My fingers against his shoulder.
The outsides of our thighs touching as we squeezed together on the bus.
I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it.
Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our touches together.
How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?

maybe i was just a silly little girl when i walked into
this. i built everything on him and let him take all of
that away. i broke into the very shattered pieces
i never imagined i could be. but from that moment
on, i turned into the strongest, smartest, and most
hopeful person i ever knew, or thought i could be.

My mind says yes,
but my heart says no.
And my mind says walk,
but my feet won't go.
I look around me,
and I want you to be there.
Cause I miss the things
 that we used to share.
(copyright myescaperoute)

Look around you,
it's empty, and you're sad.
Cause you miss the fun
 that we once had.

frustrated because i can`t tell if it`s real. mad because i don`t know how you feel. upset because we can`t make it right. sad because i need you day and night. angry becausyou won`t take my hand. aggravated because you don`t understand. disappointed because we can`t be together. but still i love you  now and forever.

I look for you in everyone.

You can't blame me for trying. I've gone through seasons waiting for you, with nothing changing but the weather. And I want to say that I'm okay being alone, and I want to show you I'm okay being alone, but even if I said it I wouldn't mean it. To be quite honest the only thing getting through me these days is the false hope that things are going to be okay, that they're going to get better. But without you, I'm never okay because you're the only thing that makes me better

Infatuation can only hold the mind for a maximum of 4 months. If it exceeds that point, then I guess you're already inlove.

Eat that damn chocolate cake, get your hair wet, love someone, dance in those muddy puddles, tell someone off, draw a picture with crayons like you're still 6 years old and then give it to someone who is very important to you. Take a nap, go on vacation, do a cartwheel, make your own recipe, dance like no one sees you, paint each nail a different color, take a bubble bath, laugh at a corny joke. Get on that table and dance, pick strawberries, take a jog, plant a garden, make an ugly shirt and wear it all day, learn a new language, write a song, date someone you wouldn't usually go for, make a scrap book, go on a picnic, relax in the sun, make your own home video, kiss the un-kissed, hug the un-hugged, love the unloved, and live your life to the fullest. So when you're standing in front of heaven's gate that chosen day, you'll have no regrets, no sorrows, no disappointments.

We have two eyes and just one tongue, which means we need to look twice and talk once. We have 2 ears and just one mouth, so we need to listen more than we talk. We have two hands and one stomach, so we need to work twice as much as we eat. We have two major brain parts, the left and the right, and one heart, so we can think twice but love only one. Isn't it amazing that our body parts remind us how to live right?

She's only fifteen years old. She's not perfect, never has
been, never will be. She's emotional and she doesn't think
about things before she says them. She'll say some things
that will make you want to strangle her. She'll probably hurt
you and make more mistakes than you can imagine. She
doesn't mean to, but she probably will. However, she'll
apologize. She's still learning about everything, even if she
thinks she already knows it. She's been hurt. Sometimes she
feels so alone she can't stand it. Other times she's so happy
she can't believe it. She's just trying to figure out this twisted
time in her life when everything gets real complicated, real
fast. And everything seems to spin out of control before she
ever begins to understand what's going on. But she loves,
laughs, and does her best. And that's all you can ever ask of her.

Things That Make Life Worth Living:
Falling in love. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
Lying in bed listening to the rain outside. Milkshakes.
Bubble baths. Giggling. Long conversations late at night. 
The beach. Running through sprinklers. Laughing at an
inside joke. Laughing at yourself. Laughing so hard your
stomach hurts. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
Just plain laughing. Having someone tell you that you're
beautiful. Friends. Accidentally overhearing someone say
something nice about you. Waking up and realizing you
still have a few hours left to sleep. First kisses. Making
new friends or spending time with old ones. Playing with a
new puppy. Sweet dreams. Hot chocolate. Road trips with
friends. Making chocolate chip cookies. Holding hands with
someone you care about. Watching the sunrise. Watching a
sunset. Getting out of bed in the morning after sleeping in and
looking out the window to see its sunny, birds are chirping,
and kids are playing. Knowing that somebody misses you.

To get up in the morning and know you have to face another obstacle, takes determination. To smile when the only thing you want to do is cry, takes strength. To act happy when it's the worst, takes courage. To be joyful when the only good news is the best of the worst, takes support. To be there and help people through the roughest times takes love.

I guess what makes me different from most girls is that I'm not the type to squeal all over you and I don't ask for your attention at all times. I know what I want and I know how to get it but I don't hurt people along the way. I can be a bitch but I'm also a weird obnoxious loser, but hey, that's the truth in me. I guess you can say I'm complicated but I'd rather be difficult than easy anyday. I can be hard to figure out at times but if you know me, I'm not that much of a confusing person. So why don't you actually open up your heart instead of just your eyes and take a look at me, then tell me that you love me.

“…it pisses me off when everyone says time is a healer when at the same time they also say absence makes the heart grow fonder, which really confuses me, because that means that the longer he’s gone the more I want him.”

-P.S. I Love You

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.

I've never really been treated like a princess.
not one boyfriend has spoiled me or even
given me the slightest idea that i was labeled as "his".
not one boyfriend ever made me feel like
i was his number one girl, or even special.
for the longest time I've settled for a decent guy,
i figured i would always have to 'put up' with a negative.
but i'm learning i shouldn't have to settle,
no one should.
you should have that prince charming cause sweetheart,
you deserve 10 times better than that asshole

i've been running around for the past year with absolutely no direction. i didn't know what i wanted. all i knew was that you were always there, always in my head, always under my skin.

And here it goes.I know you've moved on, moved on for good, but there are things you don't know, things I don't show, things I hide inside. I know to you it seems like I don't care, seems like I was never ever there, but there was never one day that you didn't cross my mind a million times. And believe me, if I could go back, I would, but things are different now. Time caught up with us and broke us apart because now you found someone else. But that's not what bothers me. What bothers me is that you left me and I left you, with words unspoken and a story unread. Words that are still trying to escape my heart and reach out to you, Words that don't notice that time has past; words that still have meaning. But that's not what bothers me, What bothers me is that you didn't see the tears I cried and you didn't know that I lied when I told you I was happy.What bothers me is that you still cross my mind a million times a day, and even when I'm sleeping, I can still hear your voice telling me how much you love me or how much you miss me?And that's the only time I'm ever happy. It's when I'm reminiscing about you and dreaming about us. but when reality hits me, it just kills me. But the thing that bothers me the most is that all of this could have been prevented if I had just said something or done something and the only thing that doesn't bother me is that I've learned a valuable lesson; You don't really know what you've got until it's gone.

Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,” than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish you would call me sometimes.” Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.

It was you that showed me who I am, and taught me how to stand for what I know is real. Now I'm breathing for the first time and I'm leaving all this behind. I've become what I am because of you. It was you.

I'm trying so hard to write down what I really feel. Not some stupid poetic phrase that sounds nice, but is never really the truth. So here goes nothing... I am not your security blanket. I will not be here for you when everyone else is gone because if I wasn't your first choice, why should I be your last? I will no longer write poems about how amazing you are because lets face it, you really weren't that great to being with. I guess all I'm trying to say is that if you want me, and just me, I'll be here. But if it's not me you want, then please just leave me alone.
- (c) - Iris @ xxquotes_are_amazingxx

Endings are never easy. I always build them up so much in my head that they can't possibly live up to my expectations and I just end up disappointed. I'm not even sure why it matters to me so much how things end. I guess it's because we all want to believe that what we do is very important. That people hang on to our every word, that they care what we think. The truth is, you should consider yourself lucky if you even occasionally get to make someone, anyone, feel a little better. As my mind drifted to faces I've seen before, I was taken to memories of family, of coworkers, of lost loves... even of those who have left us. And as I rounded that corner they all came at me in a wave of shared experience. And even though it felt warm and safe, I knew it had to end. It's never good to live in the past too long. The future can be whatever I want it to be. And who's to say this isn't what happens? Who can tell me that my fantasies won't come true, just this once?

You can shed tears that she is gone, or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back, or you can open your eyes and see all she's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her, or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday, or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her only that she is gone, or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back. Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

When you see me now, I hope you`re sorry and I hope you regret how you hurt me. I hope you see me with someone else and wish it was you. I hope you regret all you`ve done and wish you could take it all back.

I never really noticed. Like how much I miss your hands holding mine and most of all, I miss your smile. No matter what was going wrong, all you had to do was give me that smile of yours and somehow I knew everything was going to be all right. I haven`t seen that smile forever. I just keep hoping I`ll see it again so I can have that feeling that everything`s going to be all right again. I`m not all right. I`m anything but okay right now.

It`s been a long time since the first times. The first time we met, to the first time we kissed, our first fight, our first good-bye, our first tears, to the last "I love you." People say you never realize what you have until you lose it. In a way, they`re right. But I never took you for granted cause I knew any day I could wake up and you would be gone. I just hoped so much it wouldn`t be for a very long time. But now I miss all those things.

She always went back to the memories of those nights. The nights that she was the only one on his mind, and he was the only one on hers.

And you get to a point where
you stop feeling sorry for yourself.
You realize no one's going to save
you, so you have to save yourself.
You turn your life around, not
knowing where you're going, just
knowing that you'll do anything,
anything to be happy again.

I want him out of my mind,
but I need him in my heart.

This one's for the lonely
The ones that seek and find
Only to be let down
Time after time

"I wasted a year waiting for the words..."

Ask me why I keep on loving you when it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me. the problem is that as much as i can't force you to love me, i can't force myself to stop loving you.

I miss you. Not the I haven't
seen you in a while kind of miss
you; but the I wish you were here
at this very moment kind of miss you.

Truth is, everybody is going
to hurt you; you just gotta find
the ones worth suffering for.
--Bob Marley

throughout life, you will meet
one person who is unlike any other.
this person is the one person you
could talk to forever. they understand
you in a way that no one else does
or ever could. this person is your
soul mate and your best friend.
don't ever let him go.

Everything happens for a reason.
The hard part is finding what the reason is.
written by: cuteqts

Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it?
It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it
opens your heart and it means that someone can get inside
you and mess you up. You build up these defenses,
you build this whole suit of armor, so that nothing can
hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any
other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.
You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it.
They do something dumb one day, like kiss you or
smile at you, and then your life isn't your own any more.
Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out
and leaves you crying in the darkness, working its
way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination.
not just in the mind. It's a soul hurt, a body hurt, a
real gets inside you and rips you apart pain. I hate love.
+ + Neil Gaiman

You began to cry, just crying.
The deep and ugly kind, the kind
you lose yourself in; though you're
thanking God that no one has to
see how rubbed and blotched your
face becomes. Though, some
detached part of you also wishes
there was someone there to see
you now, to see and understand
just how sad you are at heart.
They don't see it and of course,
you would never show them.

My heart didn't break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn't do. He didn't want to hear my stories. He didn't ask me questions. He didn't smile when I was talking to him. He didn't hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.

I love you. I love you not because you're adorable or because you're sweet or because you're more than my best friend. I love you because you make me step outside myself and look at who I really am. You make me want to be a better person, just because of how you are with me.

I think it should be said that I love you. I always have, and I mostly likely always will. I want you to know that there's always going to be someone in the world that loves you. We may not be as close as we once were, but no matter what, I'll still love you.

You make me feel something I can't describe.
I always catch myself thinking about the things you do.
There isn't anyone else I need;
I've got my heart set on you.

after all this time
i still miss you everday
the same world spins 'round
i guess some things never change
sometimes i go out
but it never feels the same
i still look for you
maybe some things never change

I know what I said
Was heat of the moment
But theres a little truth in between the words we've spoken
Its a little late now to fix the heart thats broken
Please don't ask me where I'm going
Cause I don't know
No, I don't know anymore

Everyone says that life is such this amazing thing, when in reality, it isn't.
It's full of drama, complicated boys, harsh crushes, evil sluts, backstabbing friends,
family issues, self-image critisizing, and so much more.
We're telling people that life is like flying, but we don't warn them about the fall.

Seriously, after all you put me through,
I just don't see how my heart finds enough
strength to keep coming back to you.

The best way to get over someone
is to obsess over someone else.

i want you to listen to all my favorite songs.
all of them actually expresses everything
that i feel. but somehow, wish i don't.
written by: cuteqts

I'm mad at myself, not you. I'm mad for always being nice. Always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making you a huge part of my life, wasting time on you, depending on you, thinking about you, wishing for you dreaming of you, changing for you. & Most of all, for not hating you when I know that I should.

I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned that everything does happen for a reason. I’ve learned that everyone I’ve met has helped me to grow & learn in some way, whether they've been there as support or to make my life a living hell; it still helped me learn. I’ve learned just to accept the things that are given to me in live & not question things too much. I’ve learned not to take things too seriously because it just stresses a person out too much, & that, like many other things will give you cancer! I’ve learned to accept certain things, suck it up, kept my head up, & continued on with life as if nothing happened, like it didn’t bother me at all. I learned that I had to change that sentence because if you pretend that nothings happened, you will never learn from your mistakes. I’ve learned that you have to make mistakes in order to learn from them. I’ve learned that you can’t depend on anyone else but yourself, so in the end all you really have is yourself. I know that whatever doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.

I quit. I'm over you. I fell so hard. I was always
there when you needed to talk to someone. Yeah,
basically I'm tired of being just a friend or chasing you.
If you want me, I'm here. But I'm done wasting all
my time on someone who doesn’t care.

It's really hard to decide when you're too tired to hold on, but you're too inlove to let go.

we always seem to be on the run.
we haven’t spoken in so long.
we can’t get past the “how are you?”
we aren’t talking like we used to.

i don't know if I like you or if I love you.
i can't tell if i need you or if i want you.
all i know is that when i'm next to you,
the feeling is unexplainable.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

"I love you" means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you even when you're in a bad mood, or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you're down, not just when you're fun to be with. "I love you" means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love you enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping you feel the same way for me.

I don`t know what I want to do with my life.
I just know I want to do it. I want to see my world.
I want to meet every single person breathing on this earth.
I want to give everyone a hug or a handshake,
and I want to make some one`s life a little easier.
I want to be different then the people I know
because that`s what makes us beautiful.
I want to be absolutely ridiculous before I die.
I don`t want regrets. I want to stand for something

There are certain things in life that are better left unknown.
Things you wish you never asked,
Never heard, and sometimes never felt.  

This isn't who I am. From confidence to self-doubt in 60 seconds.
Trying to prove that I belong.
Trying to win approval from people that I don't know.

don't waste your time regretting all your wrongs. know that in the end, you'll get what your heart longs for. don't try to risk it all, don't stumble, don't fall. take the time to read the writings on the wall. hold your head high and don't be afraid to say goodbye. stay true and be you, do everything there is to do. live life to the fullest and never look back, there is the reason for the future and a reason for the past. love till it hurts, laugh till you cry and when your life flashes before you die, be happy for what you've done. be happy for what you've overcome, and most of all- be proud of who and what you had become.

I sat there with a piece of paper and pen in my hand
and realized for the first time in my life that
maybe writing has saved me.
It saved me from my worst possible enemy. Myself.
It made me understand different situations and
it made me realize that no matter how many people I lose,
the paper will always listen.

I miss you, when something really good happens, you’re the
first one I want to share it with. Because I miss you when something
is troubling me, you’re the only one who would’ve understand. Because
I miss you, when I laugh and cry, you’re the only one who could make
me laugh harder and make my tears disappear. I don’t know where we
went and why we grew apart, but you should know, I miss you.

it's pathetic how much you used to mean to me.
how much i adored you.
how much you were pretty much my entire fucking world.

I think I noticed when things started to change. The hugs were quicker, the phone calls were shorter and weren't every night. We didn't hurry to the place where we said we'd meet. The I love you's felt more like a forced, daily routine, and really had no meaning. When we saw each other, the smiles weren't as bright, or as big. Our thoughts weren't only of each other. We seemed uninterested, we felt unloved. We had too many doubts. I think I noticed when things started to change.