i want my music so loud that i cant hear my life crashing and burning
I still love you in my own fucked-up way.
This is the thing about life I’ve never really understood until now: we try so hard to control it, but bad things happen anyway. The only real control is an anti-control, a letting go.
I don’t pretend to be wise, but I am observing, and I see a great deal more than you’d imagine. I’m interested in other people’s experiences and inconsistencies, and, though I can’t explain, I remember and use them for my own benefit.
A stranger can see in an instant something in you that you might spend years learning about yourself. How awful we all are when we look at ourselves under a light, finally seeing our reflections. How little we know about ourselves. How much forgiveness it must take to love a person, to choose not to see their flaws, or to see those flaws and love the person anyway. If you never forgive you’ll always be alone.
She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.
I want to be with someone but there’s no one I want.
and in my dreams, you’re alive and you’re cryingas your mouth moves in mine, soft and sweetrings of flowers ‘round your eyes and
I’ll love you for the rest of your life
when you’re ready
You have those friends and you think, well if I met you now, I wouldn’t even talk to you.
You may be a delicate flower but, hey, so is Belladonna and it can still kill people.
8. Sleep on a pile of towels if you have to. Sleep in the grass. Sleep at a new friends’ place every night. As long as you’re sleeping next to something you love - whether it be a partner or the latest Palahniuk - scented fabric softener won’t mean shit.
16. Don’t fucking daydream about it. Do it. Write your own ending.
I realized why I was lost. It’s not because I didn’t have a map… It was because I didn’t have a destination.
We don’t have to be defined by the things we did or didn’t do in our past. Some people allow themselves to be controlled by regret. Maybe it’s a regret, maybe it’s not. It’s merely something that happened.
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That youare a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyesthat never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go backto spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside meYou think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you.You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own.But I will show up at your door at 2 am, wild-eyed and sleepless.and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone
and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home.
saw you when it caught your eye
And it’s such a petty price to pay…
Speak your heart. If they don’t understand, the message was never meant for them anyway.
I’m not saying that I’m an amazing actor but i HAVE won as many Oscars as Leonardo DiCaprio
I’d much rather be someone’s shot of whiskey than everyone’s cup of tea.
It’s always the fear of looking stupid that stops you from being awesome.
Your skin sounds like my favorite vinyl.
Every year, unknowingly, we pass the anniversary of our future death.
If sex without love can exist, then people need to realize love without sex can exist.
You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out.
I need a holiday. A very long holiday. And I don’t expect I shall return. In fact I mean not to.
Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been.
let’s play how many tabs can you open before your browser does not want to talk to you anymore
lets play “how rude can i be until u realize i dont like u”
Everyone else isn’t you. It turns out that’s a huge problem for me.
he Ways I Didn’t Leave You:
Even though I knew how it felt to love someone with a heart like the sharp edge of a knife, I pulled out the whetstone.
I asked you to bend, to be small enough to close my fist around. I wanted to be certain you could never get away.
I knew there was someone else, but I started looking through your pockets for proof I was wrong.
I threw a wine glass across the kitchen like a fastball, we both stood and stared at the shattered glass, proof that good people do terrible things.
I said “I love you” when I meant something much more specific, I should have said “Please don’t leave me, I’m afraid to sleep alone.”
I am all the days that you choose to ignore
Fear, Sadness. They’re not weaknesses. They are overpowering, defining emotions. They make you human.
I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.
Break my heart? Is that what you just said? I have news for you; you didn’t break my heart. My heart’s fine. My heart’s in the best shape of its life. You know what you did to me? You took an AK-47 and blew my soul open.
Every path is the right path. Everything could’ve been anything else. And it would have just as much meaning.
Some changes happen deep down inside of you. And the truth is, only you know about them. Maybe that’s the way it’s supposed to be.
I pretend we have run out of milk. I pretend that you are at the grocery store.and this absence is nothing but temporary.But then I wake up and the fridge is empty and your car is goneand I start a grocery listand it ends up being a poem about you.And I hate that your name still means something,And I hate that you’re not picking up your phone,and I hate that I can’t eat cerealbecause you are taking so longto get the damn milk.
No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest.
it’s frightening the way you look at me as something that needs saving
before you fall in love with me,let me tell you that I wouldrather watch the moon on a Saturday night than go out andget drunk at expensive bars withpeople that don’t give a damn about me.
let me tell you that I am yesterday’s
paper throw in the garbage, unread.
I am not a romantic midnight walk
down by the park, or everlasting
roses that never wilt. I am not a
gracious ocean, but rather a humid,
filthy swamp. so before you fall inlove with me, run.
I can hardly remember, just the smell of your handsas they danced on my body, running over my poreswith the force of steering wheel crushing my bones
I know I don’t need him, but I think I want him.
Thought of you as everything
I’ve had but couldn’t keep
Listen, kid.
Science tells us that
the entire world gravitates
toward chaos,
that every atom
holding our fragile lives together
is falling apart.
Those 2 A.M. nights
when the salt water
in your lungs burned
and you couldn’t see a way out-
falling apart.
The boy who stabbed you with smiles-
falling apart.
Your brave sister,
your hopeless father,
your beautiful mother-
falling,
falling,
falling apart.
So, what’s the point, kid?
If we’re all marching toward an impending doom,
what’s the fucking point?
Science doesn’t tell us what to do
before the chaos we’re all hurtling toward.
And kid, that’s because science is full of shit.
Science only tells us the outcome,
not the desperately important in-between bits-
the ugly and terrible and painful,
the magnificent and lovely and magical
bits that sew up a life.
So, kid, you’ve got to live,
and not just that stoic existence you’ve
been stomping through all this time.
You’ve got to be kind,
you’ve got to fall in love,
fall out of love,
no matter how much it hurts
because my god,
it’s worth it.
Don’t let the world turn you to stone;
you’ve got to feel.
And sometimes,
your heart will threaten
to march right out of your chest
because you’re so fucking full of it all-
of the people,
the places,
the endless days,
the eternal nights-
and kid, that’s fine.
Be brave.
Courage isn’t measured by the
number of people you’ve turned away
or by the counts of the nights you’ve
spent alone because you refuse to
give someone the chance to love you.
Being alone is not poetic;
you’ve got to let them in.
Let them peel back your skin
and waltz into your bloodstream
and love them,
love them,
love them.
And finally, kid,
your life has already begun.
Stop waiting.
Chaos is already underway.
And you laugh like you’ve never been lonely. You laugh like there’s hope in the story.
She heard the very beginning of a smile in his voice—a fetal smile—and it very nearly killed her.
Your lips are all I wanted at midnight.
Do I have to write it on your bedroom wall, you fool?
In 20 years I won’t remember today; that scares me.
I was looking for the key for years but the door was always open.
Well, let’s say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn’t come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe.
- I’d wait for the lion.
- That’s why I worry about you.
I don’t care how hot you are, if your personality is shit your physical appearance automatically means nothing
It’s always been hard for me to tell the difference between denial and what used to be known as hope.
Through the storm we reach the shoreYou give it all but I want moreAnd I’m waiting for you
Why do you leave everyone? Why did you let me go?"“Maybe because I don’t really believe that it’s gonna work. And then I make sure that it doesn’t work.
We knew it wouldn’t work even before we met her.
Not eating in order to lose weight is like not watering your plants in order to kill weeds. In the end, you kill the good along with the bad.
All I’m doing is sitting here when what I really want is to be at a party kissing a stranger and drinking vodka.
Don’t give up before the miracle happens.
You don’t need to give reasons for the things you do—you just have to do what you want. And sometimes the thing that seems messed up to everyone else is what’s right for you. You have to do it and not be ashamed of it.
If I never meet you in this life, let me feel the lack.
Maybe there’s a universe where I’m the right person for you. Where I adore every nice thing you did for me without starting to resent you. A universe where you actually end up with someone who appreciates you. Where no one becomes a doormat. Where both of us can shed our baggage and curiosity and issues. A universe where we’re happy—without wondering if that happiness is some messed-up Jenga game ready to topple at the slightest quiver. A universe where we’re comfortable and sure. Where I don’t second guess everything and I’m not afraid of commitment and of the future and of love. Maybe there’s a universe without all the noise in my head and the pride that makes me so fiercely independent and the coldness in my heart that I can turn on and off like a security fence.
I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
You asked me if I believed in magic, and I said yes, and that’s how. You just step out, start pulling your life out of the air. You make friends, you find work you really like doing, you find places. You find diners and Laundromats. You find beaches. You find a junk car and drive it for a month, then lave it beside the road. You find someone to fall in love with you. You make it all up as you go. Or, you know, maybe it makes you up.
The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.
Sometimes we say that we met people at the wrong time. But maybe we meet them when we are the wrong person, when we have not yet met and fallen in love with ourselves. We are only half of a thing—even if we can imagine that there is a better version of us out there—and we are hoping that someone else will fill in the missing parts so that we don’t have to.
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