marchtoyourownbeat

Just be yourself,
it doesn't matter if it's good enough for someone else.

He said, "look at you worrying so much about things you can't change. You'll spend your whole life singing the blues if you keep thinking that way."

I guess we'll never know why sparrows love the snow.

As many times as I blink,
I'll think of you.

[it's simple, really- i like how you drink hot cocoa in the middle of summer, when it's 80 something degrees out, and i like how you scrunch up your face when it burns your tongue. i like how you have that one pair of jeans with the big hole in the knee, and i like how you wear them almost every week. i like how big your hands are compared to mine and i like that little scar on your pinky. i like that your favorite band is 3 Doors Down, i like the look in your eyes when one of their songs comes on the radio. i like how you failed your driver's test the first time around, but you tried again. i like how you aren't afraid to sing in public. i like how you lean on my shoulder and i like how you blush when i tell you how cute you are. i like how angelic you look when you're sleeping and i like waking up next to you. i like your sense of humor and the sarcastic comebacks nobody ever sees coming. i like how you're obsessed with baseball on the extirior, but inside you're really just trying to find something to please your father. i like how you seem so nonchalant and rebellious on the outside, but there's a sweetness to you at the core. i like your long rants and i like talking to you on the phone while it's raining. i like the sound of your voice and how you don't quite have that perfect six pack. i like how your blue eyes and blonde hair sparkle compared to my dull brown. i like how you listen to my problems and i like that little dance you do when you think nobody's looking. i like how adorable you are. i just really like you.}






 

I sicken myself, I hate myself,
I just want to be forgotten and die.

i want to bleed out,
feel all the negative leaving my body,
become completely hollow.
and i want you to watch,
i want you to see me destroy myself,
i want you to witness what you could've stopped... but you didn't.

but i want to make these mistakes
i deserve to make mistakes
and i deserve the consequences.
i'll do absolutely anything to
forget about the sadness or the
emotionlessness,
the painful standstill in my heart-
where i give nothing away and
i'm just stoic.
i need a few mistakes to forget it all.
i deserve a few with all the sh/t i've put up with.

you are more than the choices
you have made,
you are more than the sum of
your past mistakes,
you are more than the problems
you create.