The way I feel about you, I just can't explain. It's the way my heart beats when I hear your name.
It will all be okay in the end if it’s not okay then it’s not the end.
It's amazing how you can be having the worst day, but then you talk to him and all of a sudden, every one of your problems are gone.
Sometimes, the best thing to do is lie in your room and drown in music, hiding from the world, from people who want to know what's wrong, people who are overly happy, and just be alone.
I wish you knew how much this hurts. But then again, no, I don’t. It would be too embarrassing to have you know that I cry at night, that I wish you were there, that I pretend I’m holding your hand, & that I relate all these sad songs to you.
Then I felt sad because i realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older and you see the people in your life break, one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.
If you really want to know something about me, you should know this: I like my music loud. I mean loud. I’m not talking the kind of loud where your parents knock on your bedroom door and ask you to turn it down. Please. That’s amateur house. When I say loud, I mean you can't hear your parents knocking and the neighbors are putting a for sale sign on their house and moving to another block because they can't handle the constant noise anymore loud. You have to turn it up so that your chest shakes and the drums get in between your ribs like a heartbeat and the bass goes up your spine and frizzles your brain and all you can do is dance or spin in a circle or just scream along because you know that however this music makes you feel, it's exactly right.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night. Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep. Your perfect little girl was broken by a boy. Your perfect little girl hates you. Your perfect little girl has given up on life. Your perfect little girl wants to run away. Your perfect little girl is very unhappy. Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breaking down. Your perfect little girl keeps a lot of secrets. Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own.Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast. Your perfect little girl has become such a disgrace. Your perfect little girl... isn’t so perfect anymore.
I still remember everything about the day that we met, and I first looked into those big brown eyes. I hope you know that I’ll never forget the butterflies.
Have you ever been in love? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, I don't like being close, but I love it. You're my everythingand I hate it because you have everything you need to break me. And I'm not saying you will, but I'm scared
As you get older there comes a time when you'renot scared of the dark or of monsters anymore. Yourealize the dark is just the dark and monsters don't exist. But it's also when you become scared of other things, people themselves. You learn that noteveryone wants to see you succeed. You become awareof people's underlying intentions and selfish actions.& the monsters you used to check for under your bed atnight don't even compare to some of the things people do
My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn't happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they're important ones, you might as well hold on to them. You know?
I love him for his intelligence, sensitivity, and his courage. I love him wholly and unconditionally without reservation. I love him enough to take chances. I love him enough to sacrifice a friendship. I love him enough to accept my own happiness and use it, in turn,to make him happy back.
If I die tomorrow, there will be people who have totally different memories of me. To one person I might be the bitch who thought she was better. To another person I might be the ugliest person on this planet. To her I might be the gorgeous, lucky girl who she despised because I was spoiled rotten. To another girl I might be the girl who got really good grades, so jealousy erupted. To him I might be the girl with the annoying laugh. To another guy I could be remembered as the girl who wasn’t anything to him. Maybe I’ll be remembered as the girl who was always on her phone, or the girl my roommate disliked. But none of that matters. You know why? By my best friends I’ll be remembered as the girl with the contagious laugh and the girl they would go to if they ever needed anything. By my boyfriend I’ll be remembered as the most amazing and beautiful girl he has ever met. But most of all, I’ll be remembered by my enemies as the greatest thing they couldn’t add up to.
Just know that it gets hard sometimes. The nights when you just don't want to try anymore. The lonely days you spend looking out of your window. Those moments you have where everything seems to be falling down. But remember, every minute that passes by, you have a chance to make it better.
You may not be the only reason I smile...but your my favorite one.
I don't have the beauty of a model. Mirrors sometimes make me sick. But I know one thing I'm not going to do: I'm not going to bend over backwards to be what I'm not. I won't try to become what the world's ideal is right now. I will not hate myself for not being perfect.
I liked the days when boys were written down on paper listed on your top five instead of you carrying them in your heart. When you would brag about how cool your parents were instead of talking about how they now ruin your lives. When the only reason you didn't want to get out of bed for school was because you were sleepy, and now it's because each day is a struggle. While hide and seek was the coolest game, instead of guys seeing how many girls they can go out with at one time. When you wished upon birthday candles and now you wish on a boy who is holding your heart. The days when you were just a kid who still had their innocence and now you're a teenager who knows everything has changed.
It will all be okay in the end if it’s not okay then it’s not the end.
It's amazing how you can be having the worst day, but then you talk to him and all of a sudden, every one of your problems are gone.
Sometimes, the best thing to do is lie in your room and drown in music, hiding from the world, from people who want to know what's wrong, people who are overly happy, and just be alone.
I wish you knew how much this hurts. But then again, no, I don’t. It would be too embarrassing to have you know that I cry at night, that I wish you were there, that I pretend I’m holding your hand, & that I relate all these sad songs to you.
Then I felt sad because i realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older and you see the people in your life break, one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened.
If you really want to know something about me, you should know this: I like my music loud. I mean loud. I’m not talking the kind of loud where your parents knock on your bedroom door and ask you to turn it down. Please. That’s amateur house. When I say loud, I mean you can't hear your parents knocking and the neighbors are putting a for sale sign on their house and moving to another block because they can't handle the constant noise anymore loud. You have to turn it up so that your chest shakes and the drums get in between your ribs like a heartbeat and the bass goes up your spine and frizzles your brain and all you can do is dance or spin in a circle or just scream along because you know that however this music makes you feel, it's exactly right.
Your perfect little girl yelled at you last night. Your perfect little girl cries herself to sleep. Your perfect little girl was broken by a boy. Your perfect little girl hates you. Your perfect little girl has given up on life. Your perfect little girl wants to run away. Your perfect little girl is very unhappy. Your perfect little girl is on the edge of breaking down. Your perfect little girl keeps a lot of secrets. Your perfect little girl deals with everything on her own.Your perfect little girl had to grow up too fast. Your perfect little girl has become such a disgrace. Your perfect little girl... isn’t so perfect anymore.
I still remember everything about the day that we met, and I first looked into those big brown eyes. I hope you know that I’ll never forget the butterflies.
Have you ever been in love? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.
Sometimes we learn things about the past that change everything we know about the present.
You're the guy that no matter how many guys I go through, I will always have a thing for you.
I do believe in second chances, I just don't believe everyone deserves them.
It's hard to let go of people who are important to you,but twice as hard to see them fine as you let them go.
I'm too small of a person for a heart this big, no matter how many pieces it is in.
Most of my posts won't be this long but I had some old stuff I needed to get out of the way:)
