Sometimes, the most ordinary things could be made extraordinary simply by doing them with the right people.

I hate those endless descriptions of a heroine's physical attributes. It really bothers me how in books it seems like the only two choices are perfection or self-hatred. As if readers will only like a character who's ideal--or completely shattered.

You're right; I'm not who I once was,
because we aren't who we once were.

And every morning that I wake, I make a point to check the date, in case I slept an extra day. I’ve crossed so many numbers out, but every time I count them there are so much more.

I thought you said that you'd come find me
I thought you said you'd be home by now
I heard you say that you'd come back here
So I wrote to remind you somehow

No sense in looking forward when I can still see you in everything.

And when I wake up I realize that everything's still wrong
I'm still here and you're still gone
It's not fair

you told me her name.
it sounded familar in a way.
i could have sworn i'd heard him say it a thousand times.
oh, if only i had be listening.

God, my fingers burn now when I think of touching your hair.
You have changed so much that I don't know if I can call you and tell you I care.
And I would love to bring you down, plant your feet back on the ground.

How fast can you have your bags packed? I'm ready to blow this town. Cause this feeling is getting too hard to explain. And when it seems like months that you and I have been away from each others arms, it's only been days. And I count down seconds til these plane rides will save me from a feeling I feel that's certainly made me. Oh, you know it's certainly made me too upset to describe how when I close my eyes, you're sitting right beside me on this bed here tonight.

I'm imagining the way you say my name, I don't know when I'm going to hear it again. My friends can't tell my laughter from my cries. Someone tell this photograph of you to let go of my eyes.

I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don't have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.

And if I'm the lucky one who gets to take your heart away, I will bring you out to dinner with the money that I've saved, I will sing you every evening all the reasons that I do, that if home is where the heart is then I'm only home with you.

I called my momma, she was out for a walk. Consoled a cup of coffee, but it didn't wanna to talk. So I picked up the paper, it was more bad news. More hearts being broken, or people being used. Put on my coat in the pouring rain. I saw a movie, it just wasn't the same. Cause it was happy, and I was sad. And it made me miss you, oh so bad.

I've been thinking about you, I've been dreaming about you, every night and everyday. I keep waiting on you, been praying for you, that maybe you'll come back again someday.

We made love on the living room floor with the noise in the background of a televised war. And in the deafening pleasure I thought I heard someone say, "If we walk away, they'll walk away." 

Oh my God, this hurts like hell. And how am I supposed to tell myself that if I keep singing my way through this that one day I'll be fine? One day, I'll be fine. One good thing about the road is that it opens up your eyes. It will make you miss your home and everything that flies in your heart will be as clear as all of heaven's days. Cause I believe that you're not gone. You're right here.

Just hear this, and then I'll go..
You gave me more to live for,
more than you'll ever know.

^i started crying when i read this

My arms reach out for you. Why cant you take them? My heart burns only for you. Can you extinguish it? I love only to be loved by you. Why cant you love me too? I long only to be held and cared for. Why can't it be? Am I to die alone and bitter? What the hell is wrong with me? I no longer wish to love anything. Just cut the heart right out of me. Sometimes I choke on all the false love.

You can't dwell on what might have been...and it's not fair to condemn him for something he hasn't done.

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, & the future less resolved than it will be. -Marcel Pagnol

Did I ever tell you that I really love you, and I think about you all day? That I really miss you and wish I could kiss you. But why are you so far away? Since you've been gone, I've thought over and over about you inside my head and where I went wrong. Everyday I've been thinking a lot about all of the things you'd say since I went away. I guess I could call you and ask you "How are you?", but I really don't have much to say. So I sit all alone and I stare at the phone, and I hope that you're doing okay.

Driving slowly, watching the headlights in the rain. Funny how things change. Think of the good times. Wishing you were still with me. The way it used to be.

Every day seems the same to me. I sit around and think about how alone I feel, then I wind up rather enjoying loneliness because it's the comfort of being sad. Sometimes it feels so right, and sometimes I'd like to be around no one for ten straight years. But I know this feeling can't bring me places, and I know I'm losing lots of ground, but to keep up means to get up and why does it have to be the world keeps on changing while I just stay the same? I feel like being down doesn't mean enough to anyone anymore, and I guess the world has made emotion obsolete. And I don't think I feel the same cause after all, who says what happy really means?

I wonder when, when I'll finally understand. Why time can wash away love like it was made of sand. And it's wonderful the pain that comes with regret. Sometimes you have to see the beauty in all of this loneliness. The streetlights flicker, and they fade, like every good intention that I've had.

Being just friends with someone you are in love with is like being invited behind a barn to look at the stars. And only looking at the stars.

Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You can see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean, look at it,: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too. I've lived here for eighteen years and I have never once in my life come across anyone who cares about anything that matters.

I miss the sound of your voice. The silence seems so loud. Cause there's no one else since I found you. I know it's been so hard, you should know.

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you don’t listen to that song anymore. But you can’t get away from yourself. You can’t decide not to see yourself anymore. You can’t decide to turn off the noise in your head.

You're still here in my heart, not just an occasional thought in my head.

I will sleep another day. I don't really need to anyway. What's the point when my dreams are infected with words you used to say? I will breathe in a moment, as long as I keep my distance. I wouldn't want to go messing anything up.

Because when I'm around him, the sky's a different blue.

I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world then who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.

"Being aware of your crap and actually overcoming your crap
are two very different things."
-Grey's Anatomy

I could stay a while, but sooner or later I'll break your smile. And I can tell a joke, but one of these days I'm bound to choke. And we could share a kiss, but I feel like I can't go through with this. And I bet we could build a home, but I know the right thing for me to do is to leave you alone.

I wish that everyone was a different color. And when you find the other person that's the same color as you, then you know he's your soul mate. There will be people close to your color along the way, but only one person who's truly the same color.

I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone, you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.

There's always going to be an occasional night when you break down and cry, because you know things will never be the same.

Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that's the thing, love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it. Love happens, and it is so incredibly messy.

He'd never tell you, but he can play guitar. I think he can see through everything but my heart. First thought when I wake up is, "My god he's beautiful", so I put on my makeup and pray for a miracle.

The way you're singing in your sleep, the way you look before you leap, the strange illusions that you keep. You don't know, but I'm noticing.

We were so charming, but the future was alarming. So on those days home in your car we jerked the steering wheel to the median, joking that we'd end our lives. But we weren't joking all the time.

I miss you even more than I could have believed. And I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is just really a sequel of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become.

Don’t wake me up if this is a dream because things aren’t always what they seem. So don’t ruin this for me. If you’re a fairytale, I still believe.

How far do I have to go to make you understand
I want to make this work so much it hurts

Knowing can be a curse on a persons life. I'd traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn't know which one was heavier. Which one took the most the strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can't ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
-The Secret Life Of Bees

If you give this one more shot, I'll make it up in every way. I'll call you twice a day and drive you to the airport just so I can watch you leave... even if you're leaving me.

I don't like taking when you leave for granted. I suppose that's why I always make a big thing out of it. Of course, I learned at a very young age that promises cannot always be kept, and you can never know for certain what's going to happen. I don't want to chance something, because "you'll see me this weekend" isn't even assured and I love you too dearly to let you go.

The Velveteen Rabbit was about how little kids get one toy that they love more than all the others, and even when its fur has been rubbed off, and it’s gone saggy with bits missing, the little child still thinks it’s the most beautiful toy in the world, and can’t bear to be parted from it. That’s how it works, when people really love each other.

Too often we sit back and take what life gives us. Like holding a bad hand of cards, always folding instead of raising the stakes. Never wanna bluff and go for it, afraid that you'll lose all you've got. But you can't win big if you don't bet big.

I felt sorry for him already. This was a screwed up place he'd come to. But he didn't have to know that. Not yet, anyway. There in that room, the world probably still seemed small enough to manage.

You make me laugh at things that aren't funny. You make me smile without actually being here. You make my stomach flip by a text. You make my heart drop by just saying hi. I hate to admit it, but you're still amazing.

Sunny days seem to hurt the most. I wear the pain like a heavy coat. I feel you everywhere I go. I see your smile, I see your face, I hear you laughing in the rain. I still can't believe you're gone.

I have to ask you a question.
It's a good one so think about it.
If two people love each other,
but they just can't seem to get it together,
when do you get to that point of enough is enough?

I do not want just a piece of you and a piece of your life. Even if you were able, which you are not, to give me the biggest piece, that is not what I want. I want all of you and every part of you and your day.

See, I'd love to spend the night. But you found someone else to lay beside. And I know it makes sense, but it's like sand in my eyes.

i may not remember the first time we spoke or the first moment i realized that i loved you, but i do know that everything in my life seems better when you're by my side.

Now you spend the days walking around in your basement remembering the ways you used to laugh and collect your favorite photographs. But now you can't cause you hate the past and that's not alright. And no, you're not doing just fine.

I looked at him, and he looked at me,
and for that split second it was like we forgave each other for everything.

You can walk into a room and spot them. They seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached. They laugh a little different. They hesitate a little more. Now they know what it feels like. And something about their eyes when they listen to music says, 'turn it up until my ears bleed, let it be the last thing I hear.’

And the song ends here, cause you're really not near. We haven't said a word in over a year. It just gives me hope, like music gives you rope to hold you right here.

"I'm the sort of person that's always dwelling on the destination rather than the journey. Even when I'm in a great situation there's always this moving thought that it all is going to have to end."

Many people need desperately to receive this message: 'I feel and think much as you do, care about many of the things you care about, although most people do not care about them. You are not alone.'

I’ve thought for a long time that we were going to end up together, so I didn’t really care so much about the when of it. Now, though, the long road is starting to seem like the infinite road.

I will always love you, as simple as that sounds. I'd swim an ocean deep as your blue eyes to close the distance that's between us right now.

I'm not supposed to be scared of anything, but I don't know where I am. I wish that I could move but I'm exhausted and nobody understands. I'm trying hard to breathe now, but there's no air in my lungs. There's no one here to talk to when the pain inside is making me numb.

I guess I should say thank you,
for cutting all my strings.
But if it's all the same to you,
I wish you'd left my wings.

The hardest words to say are the words that mean the most, so I'll bite my tongue until it bleeds and I doubt you'll even know.

If you love somebody, let them go. For if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.

And I'll sing songs to help me stay up all night long, cause I don't want to go to sleep. And I'll sing a song and I hope you're listening carefully. And know exactly what I mean.

hey, when you leave me, you leave me with a hope that my dream with you might come true.

I had the most wonderful feeling once. It's the feeling I just keep trying to find in all the wrong people, just to feel it again. The feeling I've felt for one person, the only time it was real, where I didn't have to try. I want it back.

Colors surround all that make all these dreams of mine real. But all that I've found is a reason for why I am here. I lay on the couch with my dreams and the smell of his hair. Cause when he's around I don't wanna be nowhere but there.

I'm seriously contemplating chewing off my tongue to prevent from screaming out your name in these endless nights to come.

It's kind of like.. the difference between putting your hand on your knee, and him putting his hand on your knee. When you touch your knee, you don't feel it, nothing happens, it's just there. But when he has his hand there, you feel everything. Every move of his palm, every squeeze of his hand, and every brush of his finger. And you feel it right down to your toes and up to your neck. Everything in your body tingles, but it's the most wonderful thing ever. Every move he makes, he makes a difference.

I wanna go through something incredible with you, like in the movies, so i would know you could handle it. I would give the world for you to grow up a little.

Just when I think I'm close enough you take a step backwards.

I admit, I'm still watching the days go by. Sleeping alone is starting to break me down. It's cold, but I should've known.

But it doesn't feel right holding someone else's hand. Together on phone lines and living at two opposite ends. But it scares me to think that you could find takers other than me and better than me.

And, I feel like I'm standing in the center of a snow globe that some seven year old kid will not stop shaking. I feel like everything around me is going 105 miles an hour, and I'm just stuck standing in the middle of traffic.

Why bother? It's gonna hurt me. It's gonna kill when you desert me. This happened to me twice before. It won't happen to me anymore.

If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's,
we'd grab ours back.

I feel no sympathy. You live inside a cave! You barely get by, the rest of us are trying. There's no need to apologize, I've got no time for feeling sorry.

Well, I couldn't stand to be in that place, I was just about to leave when I saw your face. You were laughing at me with your beautiful mouth. You said, "You're looking miserable, do you wanna get out?"

"Every time you meet someone, make an impression. Make them think you're the hottest thing in the world.
Make them think they're gonna lose their job if they don't give you one. Look 'em in the eye and never look away.
Be confident and calm, be bold."

"It doesn't make sense, that's why I trust it." - Titanic

if your heart was really broken; well, then, my dear.. you'd be dead.

And there's only four seasons, but even the best of us fall. She says hold me up darling, because I can't see straight. Been drinking again and staying up late. Hope you understand that it's just that time of year. And there's only four seasons, but these feelings are always here.

opinions are like ass holes; we all have them, yours is just full of shit.

May your organs fail you before your dreams do.

When you're feeling your worst, that's when you get to know yourself the best.

I'm back to this grind, back to this old routine.
But everything's only as bad as I'll make it seem.

"As long as we're alive, it's nothing more than a bad day." -Here On Earth

She lives in a fairy tale. Somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell of the world that she has left behind.

No one cares when you're out on the street, picking up the pieces to make ends meet. No one cares when you're down in the gutter. Got no friends, got no lover.

Imagine the worst things you think about yourself. Now, how would you feel if the one person that you trusted the most in the world not only thinks them too, but actually uses them as reasons not to be with you?

Fed up with that LSD, need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines. Late nights with warm, warm whisky. I guess the good times are just killing me.

Sometimes that mountain you've been climbing, is just a grain of sand. And what you've been out there searching for forever, is in your hands. And then you figure out, love is all that matter after all. Oh, it sure makes everything else seem so small.

Can I stay in bed for a few more hours?
Can I wait for the sun to wake up, too?
Can I go back to sleep and dream and dream
Of nothing but me and you?
It's far too hard to stay awake,
It's far too early to be out of bed.
Let me return to the blankets and sleep,
So I can keep dreams of you in my head.

"My goal is not to wake up at age 40 with the bitter realization that I have wasted my life on a job I hate because I was forced to decide on a career in my teens." -Daria

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.

This is how it works, you're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh and everyone must breathe until their dying breath. No, this is how it works. You peer inside yourself, you take the things you like and try to love the things you took and then you take that love you made and stick it into someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood and walking arm in arm. You hope it don't get harmed, but even if it does, you'll just do it all again.

And I hate all those books that tell you how you can tell if that boy is into you, or how to make him fall in love with you, because really how do they know? Everyone is different and in some situations, they may be completely wrong and therefore crush some poor girl's dream of him loving her.

'Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,'
'I don't know where. . .'
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
- Alice's Adventures in Wonderland

I read somewhere that if you think you're going to cry, you can recite the color of things to make it stop. green tree. red windmill. blue sky. blue jeans. blue eyes. i wanted to tell him. i wanted to tell him all of it, but that was crazy, wasn't it? i mean, i just met him. so what did i do? i asked him to tell me something. the amazing thing was that he did and when he looked at me, i felt not the rush of yesterday, when it seemed like the whole world was awake and alive and singing, but something else. something big and profound and bottomless. something that answered another question, one that i wasn't even aware that i had asked. standing there next to an overgrown mini-golf course in the middle of the woods in North Carolina, i heard an answer. and that answer was yes.

There's a melody in my head and I haven't stopped humming it since I saw your face.
There's a feeling I can't forget, it started with you kissing me in that way, and there's no end in sight.

The thing about life that I've learned is that you're going to get hurt. You're going to have emotional nights and cry yourself to sleep for hours. You're going to suffer some kind of heartbreak, some kind of loss. But you will also have those moments where you heal. Those moments are the best. You feel like you smile for the first time again. You feel like you're alive again.
Life just kind of restarts.

"anger's not bad," he said. "It’s human. And anyway, just because someone’s upset doesn’t mean they’ll stay that way" -just listen

"Just because someone's pretty, doesn't mean she's decent or vice versa. I'm not into appearances. I like flaws; I think they make things interesting." -The Truth About Forever

I've figured out my situation. I am an endless source of useless information. Give me bad news cause it's already been expected. I let my front down and I know I will regret it.

Just because something doesn't do what you planned it to do
doesn't mean it's useless.
- Thomas A. Edison

"I don't think you're an idiot at all. I mean, there are elements of the ridiculous about you. Your mother's pretty interesting. & you really are an appallingly bad public speaker. &, um, you tend to let whatever's in your head come out of your mouth without much consideration of the consequences... but the thing is, um, what I'm trying to say, very inarticulately, is that, um, in fact, perhaps despite appearances, I like you, very much. Just as you are." - Bridget Jones's Diary

"Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful.
And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful."

"You see, Wendy, when the first baby laughed for the first time, its laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies."

"I like any reaction I can get with my music. Just anything to get people to think. I mean if you can get a whole room full of drunk, stoned people to actually wake up and think, you're doing something." - Jim Morrisson

"Everybody has problems. Everybody has bad times. Do we sacrifice all the good times because of them?" - Enchanted

"Would you like an adventure now, or shall we have our tea first?" -Peter Pan

I wanna get myself attached to something bolted down.
So these winds of circumstance won't keep blowing me around.

Seduce my mind and you can have my body,
Find my soul and i'm yours forever.

When you can stop, you don’t want to.
When you want to stop, you can’t.

Well, by the time you see this, I won't be here anymore, and I know how much that sucks, for both of us. So seeing as how I won't be around to thoroughly annoy you, I thought I would give you a little list of the things that I wish for you. Well, there's the obvious. An education. Family. Friends. And a life that is full of the unexpected. Be sure to make mistakes. Make a lot of them, because there's no better way to learn and to grow. And, I want you to spend a lot of time at the ocean, because the ocean forces you to dream, and I insist that you be a dreamer. God. I've never really believed in god. In fact, I've spent a lot of time and energy trying to disprove that god exists. But I hope that you are able to believe in god, because the thing that I've come to realize, is that it just doesn't matter if god exists or not. The important thing is for you to believe in something, because I promise you that that belief will keep you warm at night, and I want you to feel safe always. And then there's love. I want you to love to the tips of your fingers, and when you find that love, wherever you find it, whoever you choose, don't run away from it. But you don't have to chase after it either. You just be patient, and it'll come to you. Don't be afraid. And remember, to love is to live.
- Dawson's Creek

Just pin your heartbeat up against my heartbeat,
And you'll see how well we rhyme.

guess the best that I can do now is to pretend that I've done nothing wrong and to dream about a train that's gonna take me back where I belong.

We are inclined to believe those whom we do not know because they have never deceived us.

Remember all those times I swore I needed you? Well, consider them lies. Because baby, here I am without you and I survived.

You don't expect these things to happen. No one asks to be alone. Some just get used to it. Some pretend to be used to it. And others are a walking work of destruction.

"People keep telling me that I fall in love too easily- that I should protect my heart, that I shouldn’t wear my heart on my sleeve…I fall in love at least 20 times a day. I fall in love with the sky and the sun and the flowers and my children. I fall in love with smiles, with music on the radio and with french fries and Dr. Pepper. I fall in love with the sound of laughter, blue jeans, accents… Sometimes I fall in love with complete strangers, especially the ones holding hands and kissing in public. The ones who aren’t afraid to be in love with the idea of being in love either….I don’t mind the pain of unrequited love so much, because I think they’re wrong. Love looks good on me."
-Natalie Anne Erlanson

I'm gonna break down these walls I built around myself.
I wanna fall so in love, with you, and no one else.

Go away, give me a chance to miss you. Say goodbye, it'll make me wanna kiss you. I love you so much more when you're not here. If you give me some room there will be room enough for two. I don't wanna wake up with another, but I don't always wanna wake up with you either. No, you can't hop into my shower. All I ask for is one fuckin' hour. You taste so sweet, but I can't eat the same thing every day. Cuttin' off the phone. Leave me the fuck aone. Tomorrow I'll be beggin' you to come home.

The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. we miss them in the storms.
tell them to remember hope. we have hope.
-twloha

"It was stupid to think that you'd just be waiting."
"I was waiting. I feel like some part of me will always be waiting for you. Like if I'm old and blue-haired, and I turn the corner in Istanbul and there you are, I won't be surprised. Because... you're with me, you know?"
"I know."

Call me crazy, but I still believe very much in untainted, unchanging, everlasting love. Despite the heartbreak and the disappointment that follows each mismatch, I've never failed to pick myself right back up to dive into yet another dream. It's just I've seen rainbows without the rain, I've felt the ground shake as I prayed, I've witnessed light shine from darkness, so I've concluded that true love must be out there waiting for us.

The world is full of assholes, you will always be up against someone or something.

And you're turned up to top volume, and you're just sitting there in pause, with your feral little secret scratching at you with it's claws. And you're trying hard to figure out just exactly how you feel, before you end up parked and sobbing, forehead on the steering wheel.

Let's be honest. Sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for somebody else.

Remember when we used to fight over whose music we’d
listen to in the car? I was too this and you were too that.
And so we compromised and sat in the silence. I haven’t
heard that in a while.

Life flies by, so you have to embrace it. Forget the past, cause you cannot erase it. So live the dream, and learn to chase it. And when you can almost taste it, it'll all come alive.

I long ago learned not to picky with farewells. They weren't guaranteed, nor promised. You were lucky, Blessed even, If you got a goodbye at all.

It was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced.

hello, what the hell am i doing here? that's a really nice suit. this is a really comfortable chair. see, i don't know if you can help me or not because i don't feel sick but the pains in my head have almost put me underground. i don't really care if i'm healthy or not, just clean my head up doc.

the eye sees only what the mind is prepared to comprehend.

If you've never felt your ribs pushing against your skin. If you know when you're next going to eat. If you slept under a roof last night. If you know how to use a computer. If you can see this picture. If you can read these words. If you know someone you can share this with. You have a lot to be thankful for.

Kerry: Why did you say you loved me?
Kyle: Well...when your dad died...
Kerry: I get it. You felt sorry for me.
Kyle: No, wait, when your dad died, it made me realize that we have to say the things we feel or we might not get another chance again.

I get the notion my demise is coming quickly. I haven't felt this way since I was only eighteen, and since you're here, all the greats went down in airplanes. We're going down and oh my God, this is it.

You say I chose sadness, that it never once has chosen me.
Maybe you're right.

"the ones that say they don't want anything always get more in the end" -shadow of a doubt

Some of the most interesting friendships are between
people who are attracted to each other, but can't act on it.

She sees herself as more than what the mirror shows. And why that's so important, heaven only knows. When the important part for her is souls and hearts and dreams. Of sharing a life and a home. Dreams, of never ever being alone again. Not even diamonds, just a little gold. Someone there to hold her hand when she gets old. Dreams, the kind you know will never end. Forever lovers and forever friends. Someone really there to love and care and share. Dreams.

she said jealousy is something that distracts you, well i said it's hard to focus with your fingers in his belt loops.

I chronicled the days you made me want to live. Memorized the way that it felt, and then I turned it into this kiss. Tonight I'm wearing my best smile, and hope to make me worth your while. I'll be the best mistake you'll ever make. From the lack of sleep and the bloodshot eyes, to the nervous kiss and the butterflies. Does this make any sense at all?

I'm not sure if I'm happy or completely lost right now. Definitely a little lost, but aren't we all? I have no idea what I'm doing in my life, or where I'm going. And I think I'm okay with that right now. For the first time in a while, I noticed that I've changed. Maybe for the best, maybe not. But does it really matter? When we change, we can never go back.

Do I hold on or let it go? It's hard not to let my feelings show. Because when I'm around you, my heart beats fast. I want so badly for this to last.

There’s no shame in being crazy depending on how you take these words that paraphrasing this relationship we’re staging. And it’s a beautiful mess, yes it is. It’s like we are picking up trash in dresses.

I hate it when people say that they have given up on love. And it's always because they think love has hurt them when in actuality, it was a person, it was a thing, a wrong decision, a bad mistake, an accident. So don't let go of love, hold on because I promise you it's always worth your while.

We bring ourselves down and build ourselves up with disappointment. How fragile we are, we just hope we don’t show it.

I thought about life, about how we feel lonely, sometimes to the point of tears, but we don't let those tears come because we are not supposed to cry. Or how we feel a surge of love for a partner but we don't say anything because we're frozen with fear of what those words might do.

"You live under the delusion that you can fix everything that isn't perfect. That's why you married a man who was dying of cancer. You don't love, you need. And now that your husband is dead, you're looking for your new charity case. That's why you're going out with me. I'm twice your age, I'm not great looking, I'm not charming; I'm not even nice. What I am is what you need. I'm damaged." -House

The night starts here. Forget your name, forget your fear. You drop a coin into the sea, and shout out, "Please come back to me".

Well it's all so overrated, in not saying how you feel. So you end up watching chances fade, and wondering what's real. And I give you just a little time. I wonder if you realize, I've been waiting til I see it in your eyes.

Dance. Even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room. Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them. Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings, they are your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

I wish I was your favorite girl. I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world. I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile. I wish the way that I dressed was your favorite kind of style. I wish you couldn’t figure me out. But you always wanted to know what I was about. I wish you’d hold my hand when I was upset. I wish you’d never forget the look on my face when we first met.

I thought I'd found my favorite picture of me then I realized it was just because you were in it, too.

There is a condition worse than blindness.
And that is seeing something that isn't there.

Life doesn't give you the people you want. It gives you the people you need. To help you. To hurt you. To love you. To leave you. And to make you into the person you were meant to be.

If I had my way, I'd corner him and say, "Put yourself in her position, all she needs is recognition. Love's not enough when you say it. Don't you know, you gotta mean it? You're screwing up the best thing ever, it's something you'll regret forever. Take her and make sure she feels it. Let her know, you'll never let her go."

Now there is no way to change this, so I just photographed and framed it.
It's hanging in a hallway that we have no right to walk back down.

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.

This is what I know about love, that it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One either chooses to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye.

Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.

The problem is, you never forget your first love. And even if your brain's smart about it, your heart's got the IQ of a fruit fly.

It's so funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love, while at the back of our minds we know that the person we truly love will always be an exception.

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.

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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.