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Sunday, February 26, 2012

So we went our separate ways, it's been a couple days.
Now I'm doing what I want to, with nobody tellin' me
what I'm gonna do. And I'm feelin' so free, with nobody but me

Sometimes there doesn't even have to be a reason. I knew from experience that no matter how much you turn things in your head, trying to make sense of them, some people just defy all logic.

I just want to know if you meant everything you said.
I don’t’ want you back, I don’t want an apology, I just
want the truth. I want to know if what we had was even
worth fighting for in the first place. I want to know
if I cross your mind, I want to know if you realize
just how much you messed up.

Sometimes pain becomes such a big part of your
life that you expect it to always be there, because
you can't remember a time in your life when it wasn't.

Don't get my personality and my attitude twisted,
because my personality is me, and my attitude depends on you.

You were so busy with whatever else you were doing that was more important than paying attention to me that
you didn't notice I was fading. I was breaking. Right in front of you too, but you must've not had your
eyes open. Why? Why did you give up? There's too many things to have hope for...to have faith in. What's the
point of giving up? And did you notice that one night when I seriously considered throwing away my life?
Did you? I guess you were too busy.

I've been thinking that maybe I think too much. I've been analyzing my behavior and I've realized
that maybe I analyze things too much. I mean, I just want to find some meaning. Do you ever wonder
why you wonder so much? Or do you dream about why you dream? Or do you hope about hopes that have
long before been broken? And if you're broken, are the pieces automatically lost...or can you put
yourself back together somehow?

You say you're looking for happiness,
but when it comes you run away from it.
You tell yourself you don't deserve it.
There's not much more that I can do,
now the rest is up to you. Until
you love yourself, you'll never change.

Pain. You just have to ride it out, hope it goes
away on its own, hope the wound that caused it
heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers,
you just breathe deep and wait for it to subside.
Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes
the pain gets you where you least expect it.
Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain,
you just have to fight through, because the truth
is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.

Fairy tales are all about putting the
ending in the right place. Things can't
last forever, but that doesn't make them
any less wonderful while they're happening.

it's crazy how we always end up where we're meant to.
how even the most ironic situations eventually teach
you something you'd never dreamed you were going to learn

“And now I’d just like to take this opportunity to thank someone who is not only responsible for planning all of this tonight, complete with a Rastafarian theme that you all embraced so heartily, but who is also the mastermind behind solving tonight’s crime. I know, it’s true, I’m the psychic, but oftentimes my revelations are nothing but cryptic mess. Tonight, for instance, all I could see was scenes from Pretty In Pink, a giant rhombus, and a t-shirt that read “Soccer Moms Are Easy.” Now, I don’t know what these things mean, but Gus is somehow able to shape them into cold, hard evidential facts. But that is not what makes him great. No, sir. Burton Guster has been my best friend since we were five. And maybe, just maybe, if any of you can look yourselves in the mirror and know that you’ve been half as good a friend to someone else as Gus has been to me, well, you too can be considered great. Give it up for my best friend, Burton Guster.” - Shawn Spencer

Sometimes you have to forget what's gone,
appreciate what still remains,
and look forward to what's coming next.

I believe everything happens for a reason.
People change so you can learn to let them go.
Things go wrong so that you can appreciate them
when they are right. sometimes good things
fall apart so better things can fall together.
- Marilyn Monroe

And I'm too tired to pretend it doesn't hurt. I had a pocketful
of dreams but I gave them all to you. Now I think I want them back.

People lie and they tell you what you want to hear.
That's how you end up falling in love with
the person you thought they were.

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams,
yet we act as if nothing strange goes
on in our sleep minds, strange at least by
comparison with the logical, purposeful doings
of our minds when we are awake.

“I went up to Meryl Streep and said ‘I love you so much I want to tongue kiss you’ And she said ‘OK’.” -Kate Winslet

“Only hang around people that are positive and make you feel good. Anybody who doesn’t make you feel good, kick them to the curb. And the earlier you start in your life the better. The minute anybody makes you feel weird and non-included or not supported, you know, either beat it or tell them to beat it.”
— Amy Poehler

At some point you will realize that you have done
too much for someone, that the only next
possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone.
Walk away. It's not like you're giving
up, and it's not like you shouldn't try. It's just
that you have to draw the line of
determination from desperation. What is truly
yours will eventually be yours, and what is
not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.

I don’t understand how you can smile all day long, but cry yourself to sleep at night. How pictures never change, but the people in them do. How you can love so innocently, but it can turn into anger so quickly. How your best friend can become your worst enemy. Or when your worst enemy turns into your best friend. How forever turns into a few short months that you'd do almost anything to get back. How you can let go of something you once said you couldn’t live without. How even though you know letting go of something is best for you, it hurts just the same. How the people who once wanted to spend every second with you, think a few minutes of their time is too much time to spare. How people make promises, and bear their souls to someone despite knowing how common it is for promises to be broken. How people can erase you from their lives ‘cause it’s just easier then working things out.

Physical attractions are common, but a mental connection is rare.

He showed me one important thing that no one has ever been able to show me. Not that I'm beautiful, not that I'm smart, not that I'm sweet. None of that. He showed me something more important than any of those things. He showed me that I'm important, that there's a reason I'm here. He made me feel like the world is lucky to have me. And I don't know if anyone will ever make me feel that way again.

You know what hurts the most? The fact that I can't say I lost you, because apparently, I never had you.

I've met other boys. I've kissed other boys, and I've been best friends with other boys, and none of them compare to you.

"rory, me, that’s me. well, lorelai technically. it’s my mother’s name too. she named me after herself, she was laying in the hospital thinking about how men name boys after themselves all the time, you know, so why couldn’t women. she says her feminism just kind of took over. but personally i think a lot of demerol also went into that decision..."
-Rory Gilmore

There's something about him- even I can't quite place a finger on exactly how I feel for him. Love and hate are very close. The boundaries between them are barely even there.

Shawn: See, the thing is, I want to tell her that I like her.
Buzz: I kind of suspected.
Shawn: Yeah? It’s really more than like. Yeah, you know, so much has happened, and you always think there’s gonna be another opportunity, but sometimes there isn’t, and what I’ve realized, what I’ve realized is that I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t wait. Not with this kind of stuff. You know?
Buzz: Holy crap, that was great.

All I want is for you to know me again. For me to be in your life and even if it can't happen right now, I would just like to know that you heard my plea. I would just like to know that I'm not blocked from your memory.

Sometimes, I even try to imagine what it would be like to see him again. Which is crazy. It’s been so long I doubt I’d even recognize him now. I could probably walk past him in the street and not even know it was him. Oh, who am I kidding? I’d recognize him in an instant. Even in a crowd. And do you want to know something else? Deep down inside, I know if I saw him again, I would still feel exactly the same.

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'm tired of holding back feelings. When people ask me how I am, I want to reply exactly how I'm feeling. But you know what's the saddest part of all? I can't do that without being judged, and without exposing my biggest secret. The fact that I still can’t get over this.

You may see me struggle. But you will never see me fall.

“I treat him well. He gets plenty of food and water. He even has a window, a small square that lets him see passing feet—and dogs, if they’re short enough. He tells me he loves that window. For him, it’s like a television, looking out at real people, with real-people problems.”
— Rider Strong, on locking Boy Meets World’s Shawn Hunter in his basement

I am perfectly happy being his friend. In fact, I love it. I just have this incredible urge to kiss him that doesn't go away and this feeling that we would be perfect together.

And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older and you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
— Sylvia Plath

I waited for you for so long. I watched my phone, every night, waiting on a phone call that somewhere in the back of my mind I knew I'd never get. I just wanted to hear you say that you were sorry for hurting me, and that maybe you wanted to get back together. I hoped an hoped that you saw me in the hallways, looking down at the floor and just know that I missed you. Because I thought you missed me too, you just didn't know what you wanted But, I finally realized that you didn't miss me at all, that I was definitely not what you wanted, and that I never meant that much to you anyway.

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.

A girl no matter how many times she denies it,
she will always remember the memories you've left her.

You let him get to you. You know it's true. He'll always be that guy who's too good to be true.

Even though I like you, in front of you I pretend I don't. Even though I'm hurt, I pretend that I'm fine. Even though I fully know everything, I pretend that I don't know anything. Even though I miss you, I pretend that I feel nothing. Even though I still haven't moved on or let go, I pretend that I moved on. Even though I cry, I pretend that I'm happy and smile.

Dear Mr. Vernon,
We accept the fact that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it was we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain, and an athlete, and a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club.

Everyone has that person that they go back to. Each time, they swear it's different, and they're done for good. But they aren't. They wish they were, but the things is, they can't be. Because that person they keep going back to, they can't be completely happy without them.

"So you believe in second chances now," he said, clarifying. "I believe," I said, "In however many you need to get it right." -Sarah Dessen

It sucks not talking to you everyday. It sucks not being able to hold you, let alone touch you. It sucks to look at you and see somebody I don't know, somebody that's not mine. I hope you know I miss you. I miss you so much.

Confidence is the only key. I know a lot of people who aren’t traditionally ‘beautiful’ - not symmetrical or perfect-bodied or perfect-skinned. But none of that matters because all that shines through is their confidence. I can’t think of any better representation of beauty than someone who is unafraid to be herself.

To the ones who chose to stab me in the back, stay fake. You always were.

You can be happy tomorrow. You can be happy when you get through your list of things to do. You can be happy when you meet the one. You can be happy when you get the right job. You can be happy when you get that raise. You can be happy when you stop buying the things you need and start buying the things you want. You can be happy when you retire. You can be happy when the weather suits you. You can be happy on plan. You can be happy in the rain. Or you can stop reading this, take a deep breath, and be happy right now.

Even the prettiest flower will wilt one day. It's nature's way of teaching us that nothing lasts forever.

Being beautiful is more than how many boys you can get to look at you, or how much makeup you can wear. It's about what you live for. It's about what defines you. It's about the heart that you have, and what makes you special. It's about those little quirks that make you, you. It's about going against the flow, and living out what you honestly think. And that is a beautiful thing.

I can't promise you a perfect relationship, but what I can promise you is that if you're trying, I'm staying.

Never be dependent on anyone in this world because even your shadow leaves you when you are in the darkness.

Did you know the heart has no pain receptors? So the next time someone breaks your heart, move on. Your pain is just an illusion, a temporary psychological disturbance that you have to overcome in short, it's all in the mind.

Sometimes you need to be alone. Sometimes you just don't want to be comforted because you need the chance to take it in. All that has been, all the pain left behind. The best cure is time on your own to analyze, time to pull yourself together again, and time to see that all you ever wanted is now nothing but a fading memory. Time to let it go and time to start again.

This is failure. It’s that moment when you realize that a choice you made, or something you did, has fully changed the course of your life. But what matters even more than this truth is what you do choose to do once you know it. The tendency may be to curl up in the fetal position and wait for things to improve. But if you can somehow manage to take a breath and look around you, you might just spot another path you hadn’t seen before. It may not be easy to walk, especially the beginning. But all that really matters is that it’s there.

Change is a funny thing. We're never quite sure what we're becoming, or why. Then, one day we look at ourselves and wonder who we are and how we got there.

Even when life hits you hard, it still moves on. You need to, too..

“(TW: rape) Am I arguing that girls and women shouldn’t be held responsible for their behaviour? Not at all. If a woman drinks to excess, then falls over in the street, loses her wallet and vomits all over her shirt, she has only herself to blame. But rape is not a consequence of getting drunk. It’s a consequence of a man deciding to rape someone.”
— Emily Maguire, Princesses & Pornstars: Sex, Power, Identity

Kiss slowly, love deeply, and forgive quickly. Life is too short for you to be disappointed, any longer. You live for every memory and experience you create.

“I think we can all recognize that the “it’s a joke excuse” is the most dismissive, self-righteous loophole, created by those who refuse to examine their power, and assume they have not only the right to say whatever they want to people, but the right to control how other people react to what they have said.”
— Loose Talk: You can take your “just joking” and shove it.

“No one could blame American women here if they all suddenly decided to leave the country saying, ‘That’s it, we’re fucking out of here, this is complete bullshit.’ There has been a debate on contraception in the last week so ludicrous that part of me was wondering if it was in fact a performance art piece, to make us all question how terrible it would be to live in a country where something like this could actually happen.”
— John Oliver on American contraception debates, The Bugle 183

There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself. Who knows she’s capable of anything she puts her mind to. There’s a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path. Who isn’t thrown off by obstacles along the way. There’s a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences. Who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and go on.

Fearless is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can't breathe without them.

Dreams are always crushing when they don't come true, but it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You're always close enough to touch, but never quite close enough to hold and it's enough to break your heart.

“On a somewhat serious note today because of a conversation the other day:
I am sure every girl can recall, at least once as a child, coming home and telling their parents, uncle, aunt or grandparent about a boy who had pulled her hair, hit her, teased her, pushed her or committed some other playground crime. I will bet money that most of those, if not all, will tell you that they were told “Oh, that just means he likes you”. I never really thought much about it before having a daughter of my own. I find it appalling that this line of bullshit is still being fed to young children. Look, if you want to tell your child that being verbally and/or physically abused is an acceptable sign of affection, i urge you to rethink your parenting strategy. If you try and feed MY daughter that crap, you better bring protective gear because I am going to shower you with the brand of “affection” you are endorsing.

When the fuck was it decided that we should start teaching our daughters to accept being belittled, disrespected and abused as endearing treatment? And we have the audacity to wonder why women stay in abusive relationships? How did society become so oblivious to the fact that we were conditioning our daughters to endure abusive treatment, much less view it as romantic overtures? Is this where the phrase “hitting on girls” comes from? Well, here is a tip: Save the “it’s so cute when he gets hateful/physical with her because it means he loves her” asshattery for your own kids, not mine. While you’re at it, keep them away from my kids until you decide to teach them respect and boundaries.

My daughter is `10 years old and has come home on more than one occasion recounting an incident at school in which she was teased or harassed by a male classmate. There has been several times when someone that she was retelling the story to responded with the old, “that just means he likes you” line. Wrong. I want my daughter to know that being disrespected is NEVER acceptable. I want my daughter to know that if someone likes her and respects her, much less LOVES her, they don’t hurt her and they don’t put her down. I want my daughter to know that the boy called her ugly or pushed her or pulled her hair didn’t do it because he admires her, it is because he is a little asshole and assholes are an occurrence of society that will have to be dealt with for the rest of her life. I want my daughter to know how to deal with assholes she will encounter throughout her life. For now, I want my daughter to know that if someone is verbally harassing her, she should tell the teacher and if the teacher does nothing, she should tell me. If someone physically touches her, tell the teacher then, if it continues, to yell, “STOP TOUCHING/PUNCHING/PUSHING ME” in the middle of class or the hallway, then tell me. Last year, one little boy stole her silly bandz from her. He just grabbed her and yanked a handful of them off of her wrist. When I went to the school to address the incident, the teacher smiled and explained it away to her, in front of me, “he probably has a crush on you”. Okay, the boy walked up to my daughter, grabbed and held her by the arm and forcibly removed her bracelets from her as she struggled and you want to convince her that she should be flattered? Fuck off. I am going to punch you in the face but I hope you realize it is just my way of thanking you for the great advice you gave my daughter. If these same advice givers’ sons came home crying because another male classmate was pushing them, pulling their hair, hitting them or calling them names, I would bet dollars to donuts they would tell him to defend themselves and kick the kid’s ass, if necessary. They sure as shit wouldn’t say, “he probably just wants a play date”.

I will teach my daughter to accept nothing less than respect. Anyone who hurts her physically or emotionally doesn’t deserve her respect, friendship or love. I will teach my boys the same thing as well as the fact that hitting on girls doesn’t involve hitting girls. I can’t teach my daughter to respect herself if I am teaching her that no one else has to respect her. I can’t raise sons that respect women, if I teach them that bullying is a valid expression of affection.

The next time that someone offers up that little “secret” to my daughter, I am going to slap the person across the face and yell, “I LOVE YOU”.”
— You Didn’t Thank Me For Punching You in the Face « Views from the Couch

No matter how many miles, significant others, oceans, states, whatevers are between us, you will always be mine.

We formed a new religion. No sins as long as there’s permission and deception is the only felony. So never fuck nobody without telling me.

When a girl asks a guy to listen to a song,
it's because the lyrics are all the
words that she's been afraid to say.

We all have that boy. That boy you are completely over,
but you still think about before you sleep. That boy who
you avoid talking to, but still wish he would text you just
once. that boy who you have to make yourself not think
about, but always wonder if he is thinking about you.

The minute you start enjoying yourself and
the person who you've become, when you
walk into a room with your head held high,
the minute you wake up and are glad to be
you, the possibilities and opportunities
will come knocking at your door.

“Rape culture is telling girls and women to be careful about what you wear, how you wear it, how you carry yourself, where you walk, when you walk there, with whom you walk, whom you trust, what you do, where you do it, with whom you do it, what you drink, how much you drink, whether you make eye contact, if you’re alone, if you’re with a stranger, if you’re in a group, if you’re in a group of strangers, if it’s dark, if the area is unfamiliar, if you’re carrying something, how you carry it, what kind of shoes you’re wearing in case you have to run, what kind of purse you carry, what jewelry you wear, what time it is, what street it is, what environment it is, how many people you sleep with, what kind of people you sleep with, who your friends are, to whom you give your number, who’s around when the delivery guy comes, to get an apartment where you can see who’s at the door before they can see you, to check before you open the door to the delivery guy, to own a dog or a dog-sound-making machine, to get a roommate, to take self-defense, to always be alert always pay attention always watch your back always be aware of your surroundings and never let your guard down for a moment lest you be sexually assaulted and if you are and didn’t follow all the rules it’s your fault.”

You need to grow up and take responsibility
for your actions. Your past doesn't define you, and it
doesn't give you the right to play victim forever.
You were selfish, you fucked me over, and I'm not
going to pity you for that.

I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling and this is how you remind me. This is how you
remind me of what I really am. It's not like you to say sorry. I was waiting on a different story.
This time I'm mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking and I've been down, I've been
out. Been to the bottom of every bottle.

I wish my words were enough but they aren’t.
I wish my smile was enough but it’s not.
I wish the things I did were enough but they never were.
And I wish on every star and every flame just before it’s gone.
Every penny down a well and every time it’s 11:11.

I want to say how I feel. I want all of you to hear me but
someone as insignificant as me--wait, no. Someone
who seems insignificant but means a lot more than you think
--you believe I don't have anything important
to say. But just listen. Haven't you wanted someone to
say these words all your life? It's going to be okay.

Never underestimate a girl like me.
I'm like no one you've ever met,
and I'm stronger than I seem.
You can't break me

Some women choose to follow men and some
women choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering
which way to go, remember that your career
will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you

i felt sad because i realized that once people are broken in certain ways,
they can never be fixed, and this is something that nobody ever tells you when
you are young, and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older and
you see people in your life break, one by one.

I’m not the me that I started with
My friends say my eyes are brighter
I’m not the me that I started with
I’m freer, and I’m wiser, and I’m stronger.
We are crushed and created
Melted and made
Broken and built up in the very same way
What I thought I could handle
What I thought I could take
What I thought would destroy me
Leaves me stronger in its wake
It leaves me stronger.

Maybe it makes sense now. Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a reason.
Maybe somewhere in all of this there’s a why. Maybe somewhere there’s that
thing that lets you tie it all up with a neat bow and bury it in the backyard.
But nothing, not getting angry, not prayers, and not tears,
nothing can make something that happened unhappen.

We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art, because we desperately want to feel together. We want to know that we are not going crazy and that somewhere else out there, someone is feeling exactly what you are feeling. We love everything that is tied up neatly, easily, and simply but when we can not find that, it scares the hell out of us, to not know the next step, or where things are headed. Being unsure is never part of our plan. But it’s those moments, the ones where you risk it and take a chance regardless of how vulnerable it makes us, that help us remember that life is larger than we’ll ever know.

What is cute? Cute is young and inexperienced. Cute is holding hands in the car, and kissing at the red lights. What is sexy? Sexy is standing in the rain as you push me against the hood of your car, tearing at my shirt, as you kiss me with the intent to never stop. What is passion? Passion is knowing what you want and stopping at nothing until you get it. What is beautiful? Beautiful is all about the inside of a person. Beauty can only be found in the heart. What is love? Love is the amazing balance of all of these things, in your mind, body and soul.

I remember I turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror, looking at myself, frightened because people thought when they were getting ready for bed, and didn't think about me because I wasn't the most important thing in their lives at all. Mother and father had always made me feel that I was important, and now all of a sudden I realized I wasn't. How can you be important when nobody knows about you? It very frightening to realize you aren't important after all.

The only thing I've learned is that you can't move on alone. You need someone else to show you that behind all the clouds, the sun is still shining.

This is to the nights when you dealt with more drama than you wanted to, because you're a nice person. To the nights that you drank too much and made mistakes that no one forgets for months and months. This is to the nights that you hooked up with that guy, feeling used and alone after. To the nights you would've rather stayed home, watching movies but instead got dressed up in clothes that weren't as comfortable as sweatpants, went to that party you didn't really want to be at, to find the boy you like there with some other girl. To the nights that you can't wait until everybody grows up, because you're tired of them all judging you. To those nights that came too soon.

I suffer in silence. I don’t cry in front of people. I can smile despite how shitty things are. I will always put you before me. I leave my phone on at night just in case someone needs me. It’s because I love everyone else more than I could ever love myself. What can I say, I’m just a fuck up with a good heart.

Come up with five things I ever did wrong. Then, I'll take back everything I ever said. Write it down and mail it to my new address. It's located so far from you. I'm glad we fell apart.

I remember the feeling. The electricity running through my body, and the adrenaline, the fireworks, the peace, the happiness, the way it felt to be infinite and the day it all went away.

I spend 23 hours a day wondering whether we’re wrong for each other, wondering whether we’ve got the energy that we need to get through everything that we seem to get into, whether the baggage we both bring would sink a small ship. But in the 24th hour, I realize I’ve been thinking about you for 23 hours. There's something about you I can't stay away from. Something about you, that makes me want to love you.

The worst are the ones we tell ourselves before we fall asleep. We whisper them in the dark, telling ourselves we're happy, or that he's happy, that we can change, or that he will change his mind. We persuade ourselves we can live with our sins, or that we can live without him. Each night before we fall asleep we lie to ourselves in a desperate hope that come morning, it will all be true.

Take a step back. Fucking look at yourself. You are human. You are beautiful. You are so beautiful. And you can be anything. You can be everything. Do not hate everyone because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, or your best friend betrayed you, your father hit you, the kid down the street called you fat, ugly, stupid, worthless. Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control. Cry when you need to, then let go when it’s time. Don’t hand onto painful memories just because you’re afraid to forget. Let go of things that are in the past. Forget things that aren’t worth remembering. Stop taking things for granted. Live for something. Live for yourself. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Do this over and over until you what it really is to love someone. Question things. Tell people how you really feel. Sleep under the stars. Create. Imagine. Inspire. Share something wonderful. Meet new people. Make someone’s day. Follow your dreams. Live your life to it’s full potential. Just live, dammit. Let go of all of the horrible in your life and fucking live. And one day, when you’re old, look back with no regrets.

A year later, the first time they saw each other since that one night, but the feelings were still there. as they talked, she couldn't look him in the eye. he reached for her hand and asked, "are you okay?" and with trembling hands and a cracking voice, she managed to say, "I’ve never been better."

so we've only known each other for a couple of years, but i feel I’ve
known you my whole life. I’ve seen you grow. I’ve watched you change
from the guy who couldn't make up his mind, who's feelings changed
more than i knew was possible, to the guy you are now. you're
responsible, devoted, loyal, considerate, and loving. everything i knew
you were, and know you always will be. I’ve seen everything, your anger,
your battles, your struggles, your fears. i know you by heart. i know your
values, i know your story, i know your secrets. that doesn't go away.
I’m never going to forget you or anything about you. I’m becoming who
you are. we've said it before, and I’ll say it again. we were meant to be
something more than this. i still believe that, with all of my heart. i am still
in this. i said i was in for the long haul, and i am still striving everyday for
our time. I’m not going down without a fight. i won't give up easy. these
feelings are stronger than anything that could try to bring us down. i love
you more than i thought i did, to put it simple.

If you’re a “nice guy” to a girl up until you realize she doesn’t want to date you, then go on about how she’s a cold shrew that friendzoned you and how no girls date nice guys, like, nah mate, girls do date nice guys. You just aren’t a nice guy. You’re a passive aggressive beta with internalized misogyny and a serious victim complex.

Gus don't be...
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a silly goose.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a crazy hooligan.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a rabid porcupine.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a giant snapping turtle.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be an incorrigible Eskimo pie with a caramel ribbon.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a myopic chihuahua.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be William Zabka from "Back To School".
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be this crevice in my arm.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a paranoid schizophrenic.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a melted chocolate chip cookie.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be such a gloomy you.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be an old sponge with hair on it.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be exactly one half of an eleven pound black forest ham.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the last of the international playboys.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Marzipan.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the American adaptation of the British Gus.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the third Thompson Twin with the dreads.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the iiiiiiit in wait for iiiiiiiiiit.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be Nick Cage's accent in Con Air.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be Leon from the Like a Prayer video, or anything for that matter.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be Topher Grace running on the beach at the end of In Good Company.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a giant snapping turtle.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a Traveling Wildbury.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the ribs that flipped over Fred Flintstone's car.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be principle AND interest.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be all, I am not gonna fall for the banana in the tailpipe.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the sock that got lost in the dryer.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a rotten pineapple.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the one game at Chuck E. Cheese that isn't broken.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be a Whacked Wombat.
Shawn Spencer: Gus, don't be the only black lead on a major cable network.

I love when you realized that some things don't faze you anymore, when there's no longer a sting or a twinge or a sick feeling in your stomach when your hear a certain song on the radio or when you can actually enjoy a movie you once loved or a place you used to avoid to a point that you've forgotten about it and now can rediscover why it was so beautiful in the first place without your heart reliving the memories that will always be attached to them. I love that because that just proves that you can move on or that you have moved on, and that you will be able to do it again.

It's just so hard to wait around for something that you're not even sure is actually going to happen. But you can't seem to give up when you know it's everything you've ever wanted.

You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place, like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and place because you'll never be this way ever again.

No one has the right to tell you who you are and control your life, cause it's yours. Your life is meant to be lived by no one else but yourself. We sometimes let people get the best of us, destroy us and change our opinions on what we believe is true. Only you know what is right for yourself, you have the power, you make the choices and learn. Each experience we go through in life is a lesson to be learned. We all make mistakes, why is it so hard for some to understand? No one should be judged by the mistakes they have made. It's past news. Everything happens for a reason, and without the hard times, how would we ever realize our true strength? It's only through a time of suffering when we realize how strong we truly are inside, when we realize how much we can actually put up with and deal with before we eventually break.

Me? I'm scared of everything. I'm scared of what I saw, I'm scared of what I did, of who I am, and most of all I'm scared of walking out of this room and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I'm with you.
( Dirty Dancing )

look at me- i know you hurt me, and i hurt you. but i know what we once had was real. it isn’t there now; the fiery spark that kept us alive, it diminished into nothing. i want you to move on, and never look back. not at me, not at anything we had. i want you to move on to bigger and better things, just like I’m going to as well. but if you find that your life isn’t quite right, come find me. I’ll be waiting in the dark, waiting for you to light up my life once again.

You walked away from me. You just left me standing there, on my own. I showed you the real me and you did nothing. I gave you my heart and you broke it in pieces. So don't ask me if I'm okay, because honestly, you know I'm not.

I'm so fucking done. I'm not gonna care how frizzy my hair is. I'm not gonna put on eyeliner to make my eyes look prettier. I won't try to be happy around you even though I'm having a horrible day. I'm not gonna laugh at your jokes even though they're not funny. I'm not gonna nonchalantly lock eyes with you, hoping you feel it too. Don't expect me to smile at you because I can't even stand to look at you anymore. I'm not gonna care about you flirting with the other 9832792 girls you usually flirt with. I'm just gonna forget you. I don't need you. I don't want you. I don't love you anymore.

For once, don't let me down. Don't give my friends another chance to say, "I told you so." Don't let my faith in you be a waste.

Maybe that’s my problem. I open up to too many people, expecting them to do the same for me. And being crushed when i find out I’m just not worth it.

I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we’ll never know most of them. But even if we don’t have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.

Tony (as prosecutor): You do tend to date a lot, don't you, Mr. DiNozzo?
Tony (as the accused): Yeaaaah, I do "tend to date a lot", but where does it say that, you know, a new girl every week is a crime?
Tony (as prosecutor): No, it's not. But it does speak to your deep-seated psychological problems and commitment issues.
Tony (as the accused): Really? So you're saying my intimacy issues stem from... my mother, who dressed me as a sailor until I was ten years old? Maybe!
Tony (as prosecutor): Well, I guess that might explain why you objectify women, treat them as sexual objects. While you're being so forthright and insightful, Mr. DiNozzo - why did you sink your teeth into the victim's leg?
Tony (as the accused): Because I'm angry. And I'm immature. And I like control.

one day you meet this boy, and he steals your heart, he steals your breath. his fingers reach into you, and touches places you didn’t know existed, and they burn you, and scar you, and leave you begging for more. and he destroys you, when you thought that maybe you could actually be happy for once… and you begin to think that maybe you were just pretending you were.

She says she doesn’t believe in love, how could she at this age? Do you really know what you want for the rest of your life at sixteen? Do you want to put your heart and soul into someone, because everything around her shows she’ll get her heart broken. But she says this all because deep down, she knows how much she really does care for that boy, she knows she’d do anything for and the worst part is he wouldn’t do the same. Her heart has been broken from the only boy she’s ever loved. She says she doesn’t believe in love, but really she knows more then us all.

Inside me there is still the little girl who believed anything was possible, that both fairytale and dreams came true, that there really was a 'prince charming' waiting for me somewhere and that one day I would know what love was.

I believe in sleeping in. I believe in giving 100% when you only have 80%. I believe in jamming out by yourself in the car. I believe in kisses on the forehead. I believe in smiling until your cheeks hurt. I believe that you can have just as much fun sober. I believe in taking chances and making mistakes. I believe in having someone tell you that you’re beautiful. I believe in swinging on swings and running in the rain. I believe in miracles and random acts of kindness. I believe in saying hello to anyone and everyone. I believe in second chances. I believe that everyone’s lucky to be alive.

There are so many reasons why we are meant to be,
and so many, many reasons why we aren't.

So you grab hold of me and tell me you love me and you don't want me to leave. I want to believe you. I want to hold onto those words like a life saver. I need to believe that I matter in this life, because if I don't have just that to hold onto, I'd be long gone.

it hurts even more when you look in the mirror and realize who’s staring back at you is the reason why he’s not there.

the way I type on tumblr: assntitties lololol rkejwhlkjdhlwkjerhwer I can't even with all these feels
the way I write for class: Under this assumption, it is safe to dictate in a clear and particularly concise way that the author not only felt the need to illustrate the background surrounding the mortifying, yet tragic, action that pushes forward the engaging plot, but also the background of the reader's very own heart.

Mom: What's wrong?
My mind: I used to do so well in school but I'm not anymore.
My mind: The people I call friends, aren't my actual friends.
My mind: I'm constantly feeling alone.
My mind: I'm starting to look at myself different.
My mind: Nothing feels the same anymore.
My mind: I feel like I'm going to fail at anything I try to do.
My mind: I haven't been eating that much and I'm hungry all the time.
My mind: I feel like no one cares about me.
My mind: I just wanna sleep all day and never wake up.
Me: Oh nothing I'm fine.

Teacher: Have you done your homework?
Me: No
Teacher: Why?
Me: I got lost in Australia and I couldn't find an airport.

“Atheists are routinely asked how people will know not to rape and murder without religion telling them not to do it, especially a religion that backs up the orders with threats of hell. Believers, listen to me carefully when I say this: When you use this argument, you terrify atheists. We hear you saying that the only thing standing between you and Ted Bundy is a flimsy belief in a supernatural being made up by pre-literate people trying to figure out where the rain came from. This is not very reassuring if you’re trying to argue from a position of moral superiority.”
— 10 Myths Many Religious People Hold About Atheists, Debunked

“What matters is not what you photograph, but why and how you photograph it. Even the most controversial subject, if depicted by a sensitive photographer with honesty, symphathy, and understanding, can be transformed into an emotionally rewarding experience.”
— Andreas Feininger

He smiled and accidentally his hand touched mine and I got this strange feeling. Like new life ran through my veins. As if someone cut away all the distance between us, and there was just you and me.

That’s it; I’m done. I’m tired of being your second best. Or third, or fourth, or fifth. You’re my best friend. You mean the world to me, and I mean shit to you. One day, you’ll look back and regret how you acted towards me, bitch, 'cause no one will be there for you like I was.
( © autumn__lovee )

No matter how frightened and discouraged I may become about the future, I look forward to it. In spite of everything I see all around me every day, I have a shaky assurance that everything will turn out fine; and I don’t think I’m the only one. Why else would the phrase “Everything is alright” ease a troubled place in so many of us? We just don’t know, we never know, yet we have so much faith. We hold our hands over our hurts and lean forward. It is how we keep on, this kind of hope.

We crossed paths for a reason. The planets align in the particular season. It's clear to me, that we'll eventually be inseparable. I love your existence, I can't get enough.

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MEREDITH: At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don’t keep other people out, they fence you in. Life is messy, that’s how we’re made. So you can waste your life drawing lines or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines that are way too dangerous to cross. Here’s what I know. If you’re willing to throw caution to the wind and take a chance, the view from the other side is spectacular.

Just before we never speak again, remember when you used to be my friend. You treated me like shit. I'm never going to deny it even though I play your little game. I was there every time you called my name. I still thought our friendship would last, but now it's all in the past. All the secrets I shared and you never cared so let me tell you: I hate you, and yes, I mean it.