iloveyouforeverandever

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don't be afraid to be you.

Quotes by iloveyouforeverandever


why am i never good enough... for anybody.

 - - / /\ \ \ -you know, i do understand everything
- / / / - \ \ \-about breast cancer and that it's a huge 
- | | | - - - | | |-deal. but it really bothers me that 
- | | | - - - | | | -breast cancer is not even the most
- | | | - - - | | | - common diagnosed cancer in the
 - \ \ \ - / / / - -united states. you know what is? 
 - - \ \ / / / - - - prostate cancer. you know who had it? 
- - / / / \ - - -my own dad. the only one in the world i 
 - / / / \ \ \ -can really relate to. i dont know, i guess 
  / / / - \ \ \i'm just saying that there are more than 200 different types of cancer out there and most charity work is centered around only one. please dont hate..


SMART

MAY HAVE

THE BRAINS,

STUPID

HAS THE 

BALLS.

Dear Danielle,
thank you.
thank you for making liam happpy.
thank you for being with him from day one, since fountain studios.thank you for standing up to the hate.thank you for being an inspiration.thank you for showing us we can achieve our dreams on our own.thank you for encouraging us, to go on no matter what people say. thank you for being part of the 1D family. thank you for loving liam.you wont be missed, because you are always in our hearts.
love, directioners.
rip payzer.
“Listen to the mustn'ts, child. Listen to the don'ts. Listen to the shouldn'ts, the impossibles, the won'ts. Listen to the never haves, then listen close to me... Anything can happen, child. Anything can be.” 
― Shel Silverstein♥



me eating a salad: wtf why am i not skinny yet

a doll house is all that you can see
but its so far from my reality.

i said leave,

but all i really want

is you to stand outside my window

throwing pebbles screaming

"i'm in love with you."

To me, “FEARLESS” is not the absence of fear. It’s not being completely unafraid. To me, FEARLESS is having fears. FEARLESS is having doubts. Lots of them. To me, FEARLESS is living in spite of those things that scare you to death. FEARLESS is falling madly in love again, even though you’ve been hurt before. FEARLESS is walking into your freshmen year of high school at fifteen. FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again… even though every time you’ve tried before, you’ve lost. It’s FEARLESS to have faith that someday things will change. FEARLESS is having the courage to say goodbye to someone who only hurts you, even if you can’t breathe without them. I think it’s FEARLESS to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else. And when someone apologizes to you enough times for things they’ll never stop doing, I think it’s FEARLESS to stop believing them. It’s FEARLESS to say “you’re NOT sorry”, and walk away. I think loving someone despite what people think is FEARLESS. I think allowing yourself to cry on the bathroom floor is FEARLESS. Letting go is FEARLESS. Then, moving on and being alright…That’s FEARLESS too. But no matter what love throws at you, you have to believe in it. You have to believe in love stories and prince charmings and happily ever after. That’s why I write these songs. Because I think love is   F E A R L E S S ."

-- T a y l o r    S w i f t 
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
   he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
   because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
   and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
   and read it to his aunts
That was the year that Father Tracy
   took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
   with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a 
   valentine signed with a row of X's
   and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
   he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
   because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
   and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
   because of its new paint
And the kids told him
   that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
   with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
   his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
   he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
   because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
   and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
   because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
   of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
   or even talked
And the girl around the corner
   wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
   but he kissed her anyway
   because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
   his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
   he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
   and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
   because this time he didn't think
   he could reach the kitchen.

                                           
                                                          - T h e   p e r k s   o f   b e i n g   a   w a l l f l o w e r .