Well, it's been a while. But I'll still be posting every now & then. It's good to be back.
Sometimes you just have to watch the broken pieces fall to the ground and walk away, no matter how much you want to fix it.
Whatever roads you choose, I'm right beside you: win or lose.
Best friends are totally aware of how retarded you are, but still manage to be seen with you in public.
You need to trust that you can tell me things that I might not want to hear.
Sometimes I think we waste our words & waste our moments, & we don't take the time to say the things that are in our hearts when we have the chance.
We never really grow up. We just learn how to act in public.
I don't want to forget you, but remembering what used to be is killing me.
I planned to say all these terrible things to you, but in the end, I just want to tell you I miss you. There was never a moment I tried to remember you, because there was never a moment I forgot you.
And there will come a time, you'll see, with no more tears. And love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.
Love life and life will love you back.
He was gone, and all that was left of all we had shared were a few letters and some memories that I was too proud to dwell on. My heart cried out for him, but my mind warned me to move on. In the end, that's what I did.
If you don't want me now, I don't want you later.
I always have this fear that one day you are going to discover that I'm not as great as you once thought I was.
The mask slipped for just one second and he saw what she was hiding. The real her. Broken, throbbing, and raw. He saw everything. The flaws, the blemishes, every little bit. She tried to hide. He saw the real reason she'd never open up. He saw the damage left by the boy who broke her whole world apart. But more importantly he saw her. The real her. The girl with the biggest heart you've ever seen. The one who will love and love with all her shattered heart.
Live without pretending, love without depending, listen without defending, speak without offending.
Today is the oldest I've ever been; Today is the youngest I'll ever be again.
It's okay to cry, it's okay to be sad about it. It's okay to miss him, and it's okay to wish you did something differently. But never blame yourself for how things turned out. Never tell yourself you can't do better, and never tell yourself this is the end of the road. Fate has a time and place for all of us and nothing you can do or say will change that. Sure, it's okay to fall, but it's never okay to stay down.
You cannot live your life through someone else's point of view.
It's not where you take things from, it's where you take them to.
Don't ever worry about things that don't worry about you.
I miss the way you almost loved me.
When someone is gone from your life for a really long time, you start to forget stuff about them. Like, you forget what their voice sounded like, how they loved you so much, and how everytime things went rough, they took two steps closer.
Don't be afraid of a little bit of pain, pleasure is on the other side.
Let your heart guide you. It whispers, so listen closely.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder & tears are only rain to make love grow.
It's absurd, who you love and why, and how you can't turn it off when you desperately want to.
Best friends: The ones who know everything about you, but still like you anyways.
Sometimes it's the tiniest things that tear you apart. Something that you least expect; that one thing you thought you could always ignore. The thing that once had never affected you at all. It takes just one small thing, one thing to bring all others spiraling down. Sometimes it takes nothing but a word or a few, to tear you up and bring you down.
In time we're all gonna show age, like colored birds in a dusty cage. And the emptiness from which we come will strip us from our father's names. And there's nothing lost, and nothing gained, there's nothing different, and nothing's the same, but while our hearts will stop and start, two eyes greet the day. We'll pay the price we're taught to pay when all the tears run down your face and all that's left is the pressure under grace, will you arm yourself with a cold metal skin, so no one gets out, and no one gets in.
Missing someone gets easier every day because even though you are one day further from the last time you saw them, you are one day closer to the next time you will.
You save me in every way a person could be saved.
We save our lives in such unlikely ways.
Humans have a knack for choosing precisely the things that are the worst for them.
The naked truth is always better than the best dressed lie.
I'll sit on the front porch all night, waist deep in thought. Because when I think of you, I don't feel so alone.
If you love me, say it. If you trust me, do it. If you want me, show it. If you need me, prove it.
It's hard to make a decision when you're too tired to hold on and too in love to let go.
You need no one to validate your self worth.
I acted like it wasn't a big deal when really it was breaking my heart.
Steal some covers, share some skin.
When I met him, it was like a shade going up in a dark room, the light suddenly pouring in. He understood things about me, things no one else ever did, ever could. And then, just as suddenly, the room went dark again.
I want to be your only constant in this ever changing universe. Either the sun that awakens the light in your eyes, or the moon that soothes you into slumber at night. Or maybe the rings around Saturn with the way they'd find a way to gently enwrap you. Or the row of constellations you always look for to guide you back home to the place where we both know you've always belonged.
That's it. This has to stop. I have to sort myself out, take some control, because it is actually not possible to live like this. I can't do it anymore. I'm tired of crying every day, tired of spending all my time thinking about this, thinking of how good it used to be, of how things went wrong, of whether I can get this back. A person can't live like this. It's like living half a life, like living as an empty shell. I can't do it anymore. So it has to stop. Now.
Suddenly for no earthly reason I felt immensely sorry for him and longed to say something real, something with wings and a heart, but the birds I wanted settled on my shoulders and head only later when I was alone and not in need of words.
I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.
I'd rather stay quiet than explain my problems to people who don't give a fuck.
When the pain of holding on is greater than the pain of letting go, it's time to let go.