that_one_kid_100

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Joined: July 18, 2011
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Hi there! My names Kali(:
 I'm your average teenage girl.
I'm wild && crazy.
I'm VERY country.
I'm very stubborn.
 I'm here for anyone who needs me.
Well, talk to me, because I love meeting new people!

 I love you, gorgeous(:

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Quotes by that_one_kid_100

you make me feel so alive that i'd follow you straight to hell, just to keep you near.
It's crazy how much has changed in this last year... A year ago, I met you. We had our first kiss on your friends couch and ever since then I knew I wouldn't be the same. I fell from you right from the start and here I am, a year later, lying in bed night after night unable to sleep because all I can do is replay those memories in my mind. Last year, nights weren't spent in the dark crying into a pillow, wondering why things went wrong and how much things have changed. I'd give anything to go back. I miss you more than words can explain, and although I have convinced everyone that I'm over you, that it doesn't hurt anymore, that I'm better now, I can still feel the emptyness in my heart that you used to fill. And it's on nights like these where it makes itself most noticeable, blatant, unavoidable. I need you back. Things aren't the same and I don't like how it makes me feel. I hate this new change. I want you here again. Come back...
““If I should have a daughter…“Instead of “Mom”, she’s gonna call me “Point B.” Because that way, she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me. And I’m going to paint the solar system on the back of her hands so that she has to learn the entire universe before she can say “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.” She’s gonna learn that this life will hit you, hard, in the face, wait for you to get back up so it can kick you in the stomach. But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air. There is hurt, here, that cannot be fixed by band-aids or poetry, so the first time she realizes that Wonder-woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself. Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal. Believe me, I’ve tried. And “Baby,” I’ll tell her “don’t keep your nose up in the air like that, I know that trick, you’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else, find the boy who lit the fire in the first place to see if you can change him.” But I know that she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boats nearby, ‘cause there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix. Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks chocolate can’t fix. But that’s what the rain boots are for, because rain will wash away everything if you let it. I want her to see the world through the underside of a glass bottom boat, to look through a magnifying glass at the galaxies that exist on the pin point of a human mind. Because that’s how my mom taught me. That there’ll be days like this, “There’ll be days like this my momma said” when you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises. When you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you wanna save are the ones standing on your cape. When your boots will fill with rain and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment and those are the very days you have all the more reason to say “thank you,” ‘cause there is nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline no matter how many times it’s sent away. You will put the “wind” in win some lose some, you will put the “star” in starting over and over, and no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life. And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting I am pretty damn naive but I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar. It can crumble so easily but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it. “Baby,” I’ll tell her “remember your mama is a worrier but your papa is a warrior and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.” Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things and always apologize when you’ve done something wrong but don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining. Your voice is small but don’t ever stop singing and when they finally hand you heartbreak, slip hatred and war under your doorstep and hand you hand-outs on street corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.””
i know i still love you because the person you love is the person you write about at 3AM and i kissed him last night but im still writing about you...
I'm not mad about being small when you were big. I'm not mad about being helpless when you were powerful. I'm not mad about being contingent when you were necessary. I'm mad because when I loved you, you didn't notice.
do any of you guys have a twitter? comment if you do! i'd love to follow some of you guys on there!
 
How can you get the heart that's meant to love you, by holding on to the person that cares nothing about you? You gotta let go of what you feel sometimes, and remember what you deserve. You gotta stop giving chances to people who CLEARLY take advantage of your forgiveness. Stop walking back to the situation that your heart ran from. Stop treating that relationship like a revolving door; leaving just to come back to the same reason that you left for, that's pointless. Why expect something different from a situation that hasn't changed? Without any action, that cheater that's always cheated is not gonna all of a sudden be faithful this time. Words lie but actions don't, which one are you trusting? Ignore what they say but trust what they DO. When you got all the signs, why are you still searching for reasons? Why are you still praying for God to reveal more when you already know what it is? When you got all the pieces to the puzzle, why are you still trying to solve it? Stop overlooking who they are and how they treat you because you're so in love with the fact of who they could be or who they should be. Possibilities lie most of the time. Don't fall in love with that person's potential, because you COULD be falling in love with something that somebody will never be. Stop breaking your own heart.
 

If you're falling apart, I wanna be there to help you pick up the pieces. 
will you still love me when i’m no longer young and beautiful? 
will you still love me when i got nothing but my aching soul?