Quotes added on Saturday, December 5 2015

 


I know I should quit you, but I know I'm gonna miss you, so I keep putting off all the time. I'll miss your funny laugh, all your warm hugs and your beautiful sweet smile. I can't quit that feeling I get knowing you're still mine, so I can't. It's selfish to keep you round, because I 'm always lettin' you down. I know I should quit you, but I know I'm gonna miss you, so I keep putting it Off all the time.

 

 


Take me in, in the middle of the night. It's cold waiting here on your old front porch, so let me in. You're boiling tea in the kettle, rubbing your hands together to keep you warm. Ever since we went our separate ways we've both gone really cold. You pour a glass and talk to me about your new job. I don't listen, I just watch you shiver, while my own teeth chatter. I take a sip of the sweet tea but this hot cup just doesn't do it for me. You reach for my hand and I reach for you collar. Once we collide we make winter feel like summer.

 

 
be careful who you tell your secrets to, because some will only remember them to use them against you.
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IF YOU REALIZED HOW

BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE,

YOU WOULD FALL AT

YOUR OWN FEET.







 

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She taught me to admire my damages.
‘DID YOU KNOW THAT THE GRAND CANYON WAS FORMED
by rain and wind and sea, cutting into
           the earth over millions of years,’
           SHE'D SAY, ‘SEE EVEN OUR PLANET HAS                      
scars, and look how beautiful that can be.’

 

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I wonder what it would be like if one day I could stop feeling pain when I see you with someone else.
I wonder what it would be like to wake up and the first sight is your beautiful eye
I
wonder what it would be like to be able to be everything you've wanted and more
I wonder how far fetched the thing I am wondering are



We live in a world where an object's value is judged by how mint a condition it is in; there must be no frayed edges or cracks in the porcelain and the engine should run without ever stalling but sweetheart I need you to know that this law does not also apply to human beings. See I need your recovering addictions and your occasional madness, I love you for your overuse of cursing and near-debilitating sadness. I don't want to f.ucking fix you — I want to be smashed alongside your pieces till my pieces and your pieces make something close to a whole. I would sooner see the universe collapse than have you forced into becoming somebody you're not. See we are all soldiers in the same s.hitty war and though I would never fire your bullets I'd jump on godd.amn grenades for you. Because I am not here to fix or save you — this is me letting you know that people are not hospitals, they are harnesses; I'll only catch you when you fall.
     — Beau Taplin, Brokenhearted Roadshow
 

This poem has been floating around on facebook for awhile and I loved it when i first heard it and thanks to a comment on one of my quotes i finally know who it was written by.
Shane Koyczan so her it goes-


I'm not the only kid who grew up this way, surrounded by people who used to say that rhyme about sticks and stones, as if broken bones hurt more than the names we got called, and we got called them all. So we grew up believing no one would ever fall in love with us, that we'd be lonely forever, that we'd never meet someone to make us feel like the sun was something they built for us in their toolshed. So broken heartstrings bled the blues, and we tried to empty ourselves so we'd feel nothing. Don't tell me that hurts less than a broken bone, that an ingrown life is something surgeons can cut away, that there's no way for it to metastasize; it does.

She was eight years old, our first day of grade three when she got called ugly. We both got moved to the back of class so we would stop getting bombarded by spitballs. But the school halls were a battleground. We found ourselves outnumbered day after wretched day. We used to stay inside for recess, because outside was worse. Outside, we'd have to rehearse running away, or learn to stay still like statues, giving no clues that we were there. In grade five, they taped a sign to the front of her desk that read, "Beware of dog."


To this day, despite a loving husband, she doesn't think she's beautiful, because of a birthmark that takes up a little less than half her face. Kids used to say, "She looks like a wrong answer that someone tried to erase, but couldn't quite get the job done." And they'll never understand that she's raising two kids whose definition of beauty begins with the word "Mom," because they see her heart before they see her skin, because she's only ever always been amazing.

He was a broken branch grafted onto a different family tree, adopted, not because his parents opted for a different destiny. He was three when he became a mixed drink of one part left alone and two parts tragedy, started therapy in eighth grade, had a personality made up of tests and pills, lived like the uphills were mountains and the downhills were cliffs, four-fifths suicidal, a tidal wave of antidepressants, and an adolescent being called "Popper," one part because of the pills, 99 parts because of the cruelty. He tried to kill himself in grade 10 when a kid who could still go home to Mom and Dad had the audacity to tell him, "Get over it." As if depression is something that could be remedied by any of the contents found in a first-aid kit.


To this day, he is a stick of TNT lit from both ends, could describe to you in detail the way the sky bends in the moment before it's about to fall, and despite an army of friends who all call him an inspiration, he remains a conversation piece between people who can't understand sometimes being drug-free has less to do with addiction and more to do with sanity.

We weren't the only kids who grew up this way. To this day, kids are still being called names. The classics were "Hey, stupid," "Hey, spaz." Seems like every school has an arsenal of names getting updated every year. And if a kid breaks in a school and no one around chooses to hear, do they make a sound? Are they just background noise from a soundtrack stuck on repeat, when people say things like, "Kids can be cruel." Every school was a big top circus tent, and the pecking order went from acrobats to lion tamers, from clowns to carnies, all of these miles ahead of who we were. We were freaks -- lobster-claw boys and bearded ladies, oddities juggling depression and loneliness, playing solitaire, spin the bottle, trying to kiss the wounded parts of ourselves and heal, but at night, while the others slept, we kept walking the tightrope. It was practice, and yes, some of us fell.


But I want to tell them that all of this is just debris left over when we finally decide to smash all the things we thought we used to be, and if you can't see anything beautiful about yourself, get a better mirror, look a little closer, stare a little longer, because there's something inside you that made you keep trying despite everyone who told you to quit. You built a cast around your broken heart and signed it yourself, "They were wrong." Because maybe you didn't belong to a group or a clique. Maybe they decided to pick you last for basketball or everything. Maybe you used to bring bruises and broken teeth to show-and-tell, but never told, because how can you hold your ground if everyone around you wants to bury you beneath it? You have to believe that they were wrong. They have to be wrong. Why else would we still be here?


We grew up learning to cheer on the underdog because we see ourselves in them. We stem from a root planted in the belief that we are not what we were called. We are not abandoned cars stalled out and sitting empty on some highway, and if in some way we are, don't worry. We only got out to walk and get gas. We are graduating members from the class of We Made It, not the faded echoes of voices crying out, "Names will never hurt me." Of course they did.


But our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.
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