Quotes added on Sunday, September 13 2015

I can't help it if you look like an angel,
can't help it if I want to kiss you in the rain, so.

to stay alive
you have to
  kill your mind

They're both social recluses who avoid physical interactions as much as possible, since that's what makes them feel the most comfortable. And somehow that makes him mysterious and more appealing...but she's somehow now a bítch? 
I could have sworn I saw the light in her.
Whenever she'd smile..she'd glow!
It was like winter and darkness had come only to accomodate her sunshine,
nd when you're a kid, when you think happy: you think sun, you think summer.
And that's just the type of person she was,
she captured the very essence of happiness - well for me at least. If you told her that
she'd simply shake her head with an embarrassed blush, muttering something along the lines of
"No, I'm the opposite of glowing, I barely sparkle."
She hated her fat cheeks and wished them away every night before bed. One day her wish came true, but not exactly in the way she'd hoped.
It came shortly after a melanoma screening. Now she could have a chunk of her fat cheek literally cut off her face! She'd imagined the moment she would one day look in the mirror and seek a slimmer face and be happy. But now, as she looked back at the fresh pink scar, she wished for the one wish she thought she wanted for the past four years to be reversed.

Hey so this is my idea of what a stranger woulld think of me if they saw me, enjoy!

I walked into The Hub, a local coffee shop, and went up to the register to order my normal Macchiato with a pump of vanilla. I went and sat down on the couch and pulled out my phone while I waited for my order. After scrolling through Facebook for a few minutes, my name was called and I got up to get my drink. then I walked back to my place to sit. As I went, my eyes fell upon a girl in the corner of the room. Her fingers were rapidly typing at a computer, her eyes skimming the keyboard. She looked up and saw me looking at her, her black-rimmed eyes crinkling in confusion of why I was looking at her. I glanced away and went back to my spot. She went back to typing on her computer. Her short hair fell over her face on one side, and her red lipstick was stained on a coffee cup by her side. She looked like the type of girl you wanted to know, but also the kind who has a wall up to block you.

She glanced up and saw me staring again, and decided to do the thing women do best- challenge me to a staring contest. She looked right into my eyes and cocked her eyebrow up, and the contest began. Her stare was too hard for me, and I eventually looked away. A smirk appeared on her face, as if to say “Ha, I won”. Now I really wanted to know her. I got up and went and sat down next to her, not too close, but also not awkwardly far away.

“What are you typing?” I asked.

“A story,” she said, looking at me cautiously, like she is trying to decide if I was a predator or prey.

“What’s it about?”

She rolled her eyes, seeming to decide that I was prey, and said “Death. And love. And life. And whatever else I decide to add to it. Are you done with the questions?” I solemnly nodded.

She went back to typing, I went back to my phone.
sometimes its better to bury your pain inside yourself than sharing it with wrong person...
Happy sad...

Love is you ^^
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