Quotes added on Monday, March 16 2015
the thing that i think
about the most is the way that your lips curve into a smile.
The way that you greet me in the mornings. The way we look at
each other, but we never speak of it. I love the silence when
we listen to each others music, not saying a word, just
listening to the thoughts that one can't say aloud. I love
the fact that i love you. i can't stand the fact that
i'm not the one to give you good morning texts and
goodnight texts. It saddens me because i CAN'T be there to
hold your hand when you're sad. It all seems too surreal,
like i'm living in a daydream. i SEE YOUR FACE AND I FEEL
LIKE I AM SEEING A GOD. I FEEL LIKE YOU'RE GOING TO
DISSAPATE AS SOON AS I TRY TO TOUCH YOU. I WANT TO SHOW YOU THE
WORLD, TAKE YOUR HAND AND RUN ALONG THE BEACH UNTIL WE COLLAPSE
ON THE SAND WITH THE SUN IN OUR EYES AND OUR LUNGS BURNING. I
WASN'T THE ONE THAT KISSED YOU FIRST, I WASN'T THE ONE
TO HUG YOU FIRST. HOW DARE I THINK LIKE THIS, I THINK THAT
PEOPLE WILL FALL INTO ME, I WILL MAKE THEM FEEL BETTER, I WILL
FIX THEM, THEN I WILL REMAIN BROKEN ON THE BATHROOM FLOOR,
WAITING FOR SOMEONE TO PICK ME UP AND GLUE ME BACK TOGETHER.
WHERE IS THE LIE? I SIT AND SIT, LOOKING AT OTHERS THAT LOVE
AND LAUGH, I REMAIN QUIET IN MY OWN COMPANY, AND ENJOY THE VIEW
FROM HERE. EVEN THOUGH I DON'T GET TO BE WITH YOU, I CAN
STILL SIT HERE AND ENJOY BEING WITH YOU, LOOK AT YOU. I
WON'T EVER BE ABLE TO HAVE A CHANCE WITH YOU, BUT WHO SAID
I COULDN'T DREAM ABOUT IT?
"And then you start asking yourself; "Am
I bad person?". You simply asking yourself
proves you aren't, but still, the question
lingers. Because what else would explain the jealous
feeling that takes over you when she, your friend,
does really well? Why else would seeing them thrive
make you upset? Why else would a grin make it's way
to your face when you've finally won? Cause you're a
person."
Keep your friends close and you
enemies closer and then when they are close enough you can shoot
that motherf.cker
Some people think they are champagne in a tall glass. Really they
are lukewarm p1ss in a plastic cup......
A head full of fears has no room
for dreams.
Be a fruit loop
in a
bowl in Cheerios
