Broken_But_Still_Alive

Status:
Joined: November 4, 2013
Last Seen: 1 decade
user id: 374331
Music is my life and savior ❤️

Quotes by Broken_But_Still_Alive

The promises we make to ourselves are the easiest to be broken and the hardest to earn forgiveness for.
"Once there was a boy," said Jace. 
 
Clary interrupted immediately. "A Shadowhunter boy?"
 
"Of course." For a moment a bleak amusement colored his voice. Then it was gone. "When the boy was six years old, his father gave him a falcon to train. Falcons are raptors- killing birds, his father told him, the Shadowhunters of the sky.
 
"The falcon didn't like the boy, and the boy didn't like it, either. Its sharp beak made him nervous, and its bright eyes always seemed to be watching him. It would slash at him with beak and talons when he came near: For weeks his wrists and hands were always bleeding. He didn't know it, but his father had selected a falcon that had lived in the wild for over a year, and thus was nearly impossible to tame. But the boy tried, because his father told him to make the falcon obedient, and he wanted to please his father. 
 
"He stayed with the falcon constantly, keeping it awake by talking to it and even playing music to it, because a tired bird was meant to be easier to tame. He learned the equipment: the jesses, the hood, the brail, the leash that bound the bird to his wrist. He was meant to keep the falcon blind, but he couldn't bring himself to do it- instead he tried to sit where the bird could see him as he touched and stroked its wings, willing it to trust him. He fed it from his hand, and at first it would not eat. Later it ate so savagely that its beak would cut the skin of the boys palm. But the boy was glad because it was progress, and because he wanted the bird to know him, even if the bird had to consume his blood to make that happen. 
 
"He began to see that the falcon was beautiful, that its slim wings were built for the speed of flight, that it was strong and swift, fierce and gentle. When it dived to the ground, it moved like light. When it learned to circle and come to his wrist, he nearly shouted with delight. Sometimes the bird would hop to his shoulder and put it's beak in his hair. He knew the falcon loved him, and when he was certain it was not just tamed but perfectly tamed, he went to his father and showed him what he had done, expecting him to be proud. 
 
"Instead his father took the bird, now tame and trusting, in his hands and broke its neck. 'I told you to make it obedient,' his father said, and dropped the falcon's lifeless body to the ground. 'Instead, you taught it to love you. Falcons are not meant to be loving pets: They are fierce and wild, savage and cruel. This bird was not tamed; it was broken. 
 
"Later, when his father left him, the boy cried over his pet, until eventually his father sent a servant to take the body if the bird away and bury it. The boy never cried again, and he never forgot what he'd learned: that to love is to destroy, and to be loved is to be the one destroyed."
 
~Cassandra Clare, The Mortal Intruments, City Of Bones

Yesterday- December 23- my sister, her husband, and their two kids (the eldest being 6 and the youngest only 4) went out to eat. Just as they were asking for their check, because it never came, the waitress told them someone had already paid for their meals and that she couldn't say who it was because she was forbade too, but that the mystery person said they just wanted to spread the Christmas Cheer. 

This gave me hope for humanity...
That awkward moment when your staring at this super hot guy and, for once, very confident.... And then you slam your face into a wall... -.-
I love the way you laugh. I love the way you smile. I love the way you say my name and the way you make my heart pound. I love the way your hair curls perfectly and the way your eyes sparkle. I love your dimples and how you're taller than me. I love how your hands are larger than mine and how wrap your arms around me and hold me close when we hug. I love how you walk me to my class and how you brag about me when I'm not around. I love your perverted comments and the sound of your voice. I love how you wrote me letters because you 'get nervous around pretty girls'. I love how you think I'm beautiful even though I'm not. I love how you talk and walk and breath. I love how the 'ladies man' now won't even look at other girls now just because of me. I love how you move instantly when I walk in just to sit with me. I love how your face brightens when I walk into a room. I love how you don't act any different with me than when your around your friends. I love how you get defensive and jealous over me. I love how you put up with my friends. I love how you walk extra slow with me. I love how you can make me laugh no matter how sad I really am inside. I love how you wait for me outside my classes. I love how you got so ecstatic that I kissed your cheek. I love how your still timid and shy to even link your arm through mine; scared I'll reject you. I love how you blush. I love how your mean and dislike everyone but me. I love how you care what I think. 
 
But most importantly? 
 
❤️I love you. With all my heart.❤️
"You know someone loves you when they give you a sack of food."


~Keir, My best friend. 

(If you know any good therapist please leave their names and numbers. We can all work together to get her the help she needs.)❤️
"Being Called 'Weird' Is Like Being Called 'Limited Addition'. Meaning You're Something People Don't See Often."
 
~Ashley Purdy, Black Veil Brides❤️
"Wrist Are For Bracelets, Not Cutting."

 
~Kellin Quinn, Sleeping With Sirens❤️