June 2010
I’m thinking about how I won’t survive without you. I’ll miss your underbite, the way you sing as loud as you can with the windows down and the music blaring, our late night drives consisting of silence, the face you make that looks like this :⊂ , the way you stand when you are taking my picture, how you look at me, and how you are a complete and utter freak. It’s weird...
Hell yeah, geek power.
I feel like I can never amount to anything with you. No matter what, the feelings I pour out to you will never be enough. You’ve always been my first priority.. the main character to my everlasting daydream. Like a falling star, you’re there for a moment in my memory, then gone. I’m starting to feel numb to all forms of touch, mostly love and fear. Stop being no where near me,...
You're back.
Sweating bullets just thinking about it.
Estimado amante: tienes arrancado mi corazón demasiadas veces. Lucho con sus ideas sobre el amor, pero usted es un campeón del estado, por lo que siempre ganan. Te doy demasiado. Usted me da nada a cambio. Te llevas todo por sentado, especialmente yo. ¿Cómo se puede ir a cualquier parte de esta relación? Mueve el culo y tratar, por una vez! Yo soy el único que intenta. Vengo solo.
Why can’t I let you go? Is it the way you kiss me? The way you say you love me? The way you hold me? The way you promise me you’ll always love me? The way you admit you were wrong? The way you look at me when it’s just us two? Or is it the way you call me names? The way you never text me back? The way you never gave us a song? The way you lie to me? The way you say you want this...
Relief. Complete and utter relief. I am not the only one. The only one to be head over heals in love with someone that doesn’t love me back. Having such strong feelings for an individual that has forgotten about me. I am long gone in their memory. We are just a memory. Is it strange to be happy about that? To have found another person in this world who is as miserable as I am when it comes...
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Drake - I...
God's not gonna move in your life 'til you make...
He is jealous for me Loves like a hurricane I am a tree Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy When all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by Glory And I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me We are His portion and He is our prize Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes If grace is an ocean we’re all sinking So,...
You ever love somebody so much, you could barely breathe when you with ‘em? You meet, and neither one of you even know it hit ‘em Got that warm fuzzy feeling, yeah them chills you still get ‘em Now you gettin’ fuckin’ sick of lookin’ at ‘em You swore you’d never hit ‘em, never do nothing to hurt ‘em Now you’re in each...
Just hold on. I’m trying. You’re trying. It’s fine. I loved you. You loved me. It’s still in present tense. Honestly. We’re hanging by a minuscule thread. Made of carbon steel. Nothing can break us. Today’s not the day. Perhaps in 5 weeks.
Loving you is worth it.
“A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the...”
– (via loveyourhate0)
New Challenge.
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WRITE A LETTER TO THESE PEOPLE :
Day 1 — Your Best Friend Day 2 — Your Crush Day 3 — Your parents Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative) Day 5 — Your dreams Day 6 — A stranger Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend Day 9 — Someone you wish...
It’s like I’ve been awakened. Every rule I had you breakin’. It’s the risk that I’m taken. I ain’t never gonna shut you out.
And so the counting begins.
I made it. Only one more year. ONE MORE. But before I even think about that, it’s summer. Hello sun kissed skin, no makeup, no shoes, waking up after 7, not giving a crap about my spelling, staying up all night, meeting new awesome people, and just being a teenage girl.
I don't want to be taken for granted. Is that too...
“I’m just a girl standing in front of a boy, asking him to love me”
It's sad that I'll never be perfect. But you can...
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