November 18, 2012

• Nothing feels like home, you’re a million miles away

  

  Before you love someone, love yourself first.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Life is the ability to feel so happy, you think your insides are going to explode. It’s being so upset or disappointed you feel as if your stomach just dropped ten feet out of place. It’s running so hard you can barely breathe. It’s the feeling of panic when you know you’ve been caught doing something wrong. It’s having that sudden rush before you kiss someone you care about. It’s opening your eyes and feeling them sting because you spent the whole night crying. It’s letting people go because new ones come in, and all the while realizing that life doesn’t have a purpose unless you let it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Winter is the time to snuggle up and spend time with the person you absolutely adore.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Happiness doesn’t come cheap. If it did we would all be smiling.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Forgive and forget. That’s what they say. It’s good advice, but it’s not very practical. When someone hurts us, we want to hurt them back. When someone wrongs us, we want to be right. Without forgiveness, old scores are never settles; old wounds never heal. And the most we can hope for, is that one day we’ll be lucky enough to forget.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  Well, I’ll go to college and I’ll learn some big words and I’ll talk real loud. Goddamn right I’ll be heard. You’ll remember all the guys that said those big words he must’ve learned in college and it took a long time. I came clean with myself, I come clean out of love with my lover. I still love her, loved her more when she used to be sober and I was kinder.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  One day I just realized that he was gone for good, and it was okay.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  It’s hard to think about growing up, when you’re right in the middle of doing it. It’s hard to know what you want. Sometimes, there are so many voices in your head, it’s difficult to now which one of them is yours.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  People dont realize how lucky they are, to have friends who genuinely care about their well being.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I do not hate you, and have never hated you. I was angry at you and depressed by you and confused about you. But hate…hate never came into it.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  We’re conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware, beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

  I fell in love with you because of a million tiny things you never even knew you were doing.

  

  

  

  

  

  

  

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