donderdag 31 januari 2013
Sometimes in life, you find a special friend; someone who changes your life just by being a part of it. Someone who makes you laugh until you can't stop. Someone who makes you believe that there really is good in the world. Someone who convinces you that there really is an unlocked door, just waiting for you to open it.
If you're gonna fall in love with me, it's only fair that you know what you're falling in love with. You're falling in love with my insecurities, and my obsession with trying to figure out what everyone else thinks of me. You're falling in love with my immaturity, my constant need to feel loved and appreciated, my overactive tear ducts, my internet obsession, my tendency to be too clingy. You're falling in love with my troubled past, and my hopes and dreams, and how I'm a hopeless romantic at heart. If you fall in love with me, you fall in love with my self-hate and all my imperfections and my perception that nobody could ever love me. But, you're also falling in love with the way my eyes smile when I'm with you, the way I text you in the mornings just telling you I hope you have a great day. You're falling in love with the occasionally humorous and/or thought-provoking things I say, and the way I blush when people ask me about you. But to me, the most important thing is that you're falling in love with me, despite my thinking that it's impossible.
It's funny how hello is always accompanied with goodbye. It's funny how good memories can start to make you cry. It's funny how forever never seems to really last. It's funny how much you'd lose if you forgot about your past. It's funny how "friends" can just leave you when you're down. It's funny how when you need someone they're never around. It's funny how people change and think they're so much better. It's funny how many lies can be packed in one love letter. It's funny how people forgive, even though they can't forget. It's funny how one night can contain so much regret. It's funny how ironic life turns out to be, but the funniest part of all, is that none of that's funny to me.
woensdag 30 januari 2013
We are like trees
Supposed to grow old together
Instead one is ill and damaged
The other is strong, independent, and fighting for sun
While the healthy one survives
The other is overshadowed
The dirt is drying out
Both cannot live
Natural selection is taking its course
Showing the forest who is in control
Allowing the strong to go on
The weak to die out
Supposed to grow old together
Instead one is ill and damaged
The other is strong, independent, and fighting for sun
While the healthy one survives
The other is overshadowed
The dirt is drying out
Both cannot live
Natural selection is taking its course
Showing the forest who is in control
Allowing the strong to go on
The weak to die out
zondag 27 januari 2013
Every day is a battle I faceStrange life I live, but it's what you've decidedI give it all into your handsDo what you will with meAnd I'll, I'll smile when you speakRemember those times I was hoping for something?And shaking my head from all that I have doneBut you never left me
Ooooh la love, I've fallen in loveand it's better this time than ever beforeOoooh la love, I've fallen in loveand it's better this time than I've ever known
Ooooh la love, I've fallen in loveand it's better this time than ever beforeOoooh la love, I've fallen in loveand it's better this time than I've ever known
Foster the people - I would do anything for you
dinsdag 22 januari 2013
maandag 21 januari 2013
Life is unfair. You put someone first who puts you second.
You give 110% to someone in a relationship when they only give 40%.
You're there for your best friend at 3 a.m. when they need it the most, and the next day
they don't pick up their phone. You give something your all and sometimes get little to nothing back.
You care so much about someone who doesn't care enough about you to say hi once in a while.
You give someone your time, and they give you "Sorry, I'm busy".
It seems like you're giving everyone everything, and they're just walking away with it.
vrijdag 18 januari 2013
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vrijdag 11 januari 2013
We need to talk. We really need to talk. But it won’t be easy. I’m planning the whole story. The whole scenario, everything I want to say is clearly in my head. And you’ll listen. I know you will, because that’s who you are. Always friendly and kind, not wanting to hurt me. And I’ll tell you that it doesn’t work. That even with you being kind, it hurts like hell. That I’m not stupid. That I can see the look in your eyes, every time you talk to me. The look that tells me you’re only talking to me because you think not talking to me at all would tear me down. You don’t want to be my friend, but you don’t want to be the reason I’m sad either. Well, let me tell you, it hurts even more, seeing that look in your eyes, than it would if you would just completely ignore me. Because now, every time we talk, I always remember how we used to be. How we used to laugh and cry and be crazy together. How we used to call, just to hear each other’s voice. How we’re not anymore. I can’t let it go, because you’re still acting nice and every time, it gives me a little hope. Hope that disappears just as quickly as it came. So, after I told you everything that’s on my mind, I’ll tell you that I want you to make a decision. Or even better, I’ll make the decision for you. I won’t talk to you anymore, so you won’t have to answer. I’ll ignore you, act like you’re a complete stranger, when I walk in to you. That I will not be in your life anymore, so that it will be easier for you. You won’t have to pretend anymore. Starting right then.
But even now I repeated the whole scenario a thousand times, I know it still won’t be any easier. Because how the hell do you look at someone you love and tell yourself it’s time to walk away?
donderdag 10 januari 2013
When we were five, they asked us what we wanted to be
when we grew up. Our answers were things like astronauts, presidents, or in my
case, a princess. When we were ten, they asked again. We answered rockstar,
cowboy, or in my case, a golden medalist. But now that we’ve grown up, they
want a serious answer. Well, how about this: who the hell knows? This isn’t the
time to make hard and fast decisions, this is a time to make mistakes. To take the
wrong train and get stuck somewhere. To fall in love. A lot. To major in
philosophy, because there’s no way to make a career out of that. To change your
mind, and change it again, because nothing’s permanent. So, make as many
mistakes as you can. That way, someday, when they ask us what we want to be, we
won’t have to guess… We’ll know.
woensdag 2 januari 2013
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