Stubbles98

Status: and i don't want to forget how your voice sounds.
Joined: August 26, 2011
Last Seen: 9 years
user id: 212129
 
 
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Quotes by Stubbles98

you're a lot like your handwriting, messy and complicated,
very hard to read.
you're a lot like your eyes, heavy and light at the same time,
strikingly beautiful.
you're a lot like your decisions, quick and reckless,
you never look back.
i am everything you're not;
i am neat and plain and cotemplative.
but i know one thing: you are changing me.
scarring me, bruising me, b r e a k i n g me.
you're a lot like your words,
tearing me apart--

and i love it.
i tried to wriggle out of your grasp, but i guess somewhere inside i know
that it only gets tighter the harder i try, that these bruises never really will fade
they are red and raw and i hate them when they are here but
i miss them when they go
("but i'm good at getting girls back. you would know.")

and i know that you know scars
and fear and casts and cold hospital waiting rooms and i know that you point out your scars,
you show me how you are weak, where you are weak
and i don't think those pictures will ever leave my head.
but Tuesday night was a new kind of pain, foreign and sharp and there was something
breathtaking
about the way you chose to hurt me.
because suddenly it is black and i am falling, caving in and never running fast enough to catch up with your words and
your eyes, my god, your eyes that night, you are absolutely killing me
you are strangling everything i have left, how do you not understand, that i love you but
there is only so much i can handle
("it's different this time.")
and i am choking through my tears and it is history class where it was always too cold
but i never knew cold until i saw you; i watched your eyes darken
and your shoulders heave
and your grip tighten
and i know i have been nothing but a burden on you and i am sorry i'm sorry i'm sorry
but you don't know what you do to me.
("Sara, you gotta let that go.")
YOU THINK I DON"T KNOW THAT?
you think i'm not trying, fighting, wrestling, punching holes in the memories of you that have not, will not, cannot
leave me alone?
("it's been almost two years and it's time for you to move on.")
do you think for even one moment that i am not trying?
and then, my goodness, he knows how long it has been; he feels it too, he understands
but no, you can't understand, you never could understand me, and
i have never been able to stop hating myself for that
("i couldn't live knowing that you gave up on me.")
but, i didn't.
i never did.
September swept  me off my feet
and the days passed so effortlessly
and the time we were apart passed far too slowly
and your eyes were always there, and always blue.
and I told people I knew too much about you to ever love you but it's sort of like
not knowing how to breathe until someone is taking it away

and it's like the twisted rip current of flaws makes me want this, you, even more.
you take me so high, so far,
and while I can't live with all of this,
God knows what I'd be without you.


"And I couldn't live knowing that you gave up on me," he said. (How do you think I feel?)
"And I'm not gonna let the girl I love slip away from me," he said. (Well, that sure lasted long.)
"You'll find out what's wrong with her once you get to close to her," he said. (I gave you everything, everything I had.)
"You looked beautiful tonight," he said. (You're all i've ever wanted; this is terrifying, it's not supposed to be like this, what have we become?)
"I miss what we had everyday," he said. (Take me back, take me back, love me 'till I'm me again)
"Short and annoying," he said. (Really because I sure didn't seem annoying when you were making me jewelry and writing me songs and planning our wedding but hey, my bad.)
"You can even rest your head on my shoulder that has the cancer," he said. (Oh my goodness, I want you forever.)

"But I've finally found the person I want for the rest of my life...it's you." he said.
(Until you change your mind.)
(again.)




Regretting him was like

wishing you never found out

love could be that strong.

 

someone told me love would all save us, but how can that be,
look what love gave us.

a world full of killing and blood spilling, that world never came.

DON'T STOP BELIEVIN'
RULES:

1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, etc. on shuffle.
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS

IF SOMEONE SAYS ''ARE YOU OK'' YOU SAY?
 Love Drunk
HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?
 Addicted
WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GIRL/GUY?
 The Reason
HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
 Anything But Ordinary
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?
 The Yacht Club
WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?
 Not Your Birthday
WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
 The Best One Yet
WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
 No Air
WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
 You're A Jerk
WHAT IS 2+2?
 All You Need is Now
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
 4 Minutes
WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
 Say It Right
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOUR GROW UP?
 Superman
WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
 Wine Red
WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
 I'm Only Me When I'm With You
WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
 Dreams Don't Turn to Dust
WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
 Such Great Heights
WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?
 Fifteen
BIGGEST SECRET?
 Never Grow Up
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
 Crush
WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
 Don't Stop Believin'

Is this nothing but a game to you? Do you strategize every move to make,
plan every attack to my confidence by carefully selecting the best insult
to exploit my most haunting insecurities? Do you receive some sort
of sick pleasure from watching me crumble? Do you measure your success
by the numbers of tears I cry, curse words I utter, times I allow
my deceptively strong exterior to flinch and expose my true, fragile self? 
Do you love making me feel worthless, abused, victimized, lied to?
Are you congratulating yourself that there's now another heart
on your list of heartbreaks to check off? Yeah?
Well, I'm done. I'm done wanting to exist. Done with playing this 
sick, convoluted chess game that I always seem to lose. I'm done with
being happy. Congratulations, you won. I hope you got what you wanted.
 
   





 






And love is blind and that I knew..my heart was blinded by you. 



I   hate  how  you're  everything




I've  ever  wanted.