March 2012
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“The best things in life are nearest: Breath in your nostrils, light in your...”
– Robert Louis Stevenson (via misswallflower)
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I love you. I love you so much. You are light. You are safety. You are home. You are my heart.
wickedsteller:
I want to stab your face with my lips.
I try stress balls but it doesn’t feel as good as digging my nails into my skin.
Proverbs 12:23
noejoyy:
Wise people have a quiet confidence. Unstable people (fools) feel the need to prove themselves, but wise people don’t have to prove anything. They know they are capable, so they can get on with their work. Beware of showing off. If you are modest, people may not notice you at first, but they will respect you later. (Taken from YouVersion Devotional)
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rollercoastin:
there are boys that you like and will never like you. there are boys that love you but you will never love. there are boys who are perfect for you but you aren’t ready for. there are boys who aren’t ready to offer commitment actively when you aren’t ready to ask for it. there are boys who are ready to offer commitment when you aren’t ready to not have to do all the work.
there...
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today
French was lovely like usual. I really, really love my French class and I don’t think I express that enough. I seriously love everything about it.
We’re watching Cinderella Man and instead, I read the part of my favorite book, Paper Towns by John Green, and nearly cried. Gets me every single time.
Physio was fantastic! I’m getting better at memorizing the skull of the mink! I...
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He loves me. I know he does. He does. I can see it in his eyes the way he looks at me. The way his eyes are always on me as if I don’t notice, but I do. I do. Of course I do because where do you think my eyes are? I’ll take any chance to be in front of his face just so he can look at me. He always does. I know him well enough to know where I need to be so he can look at me. He looks at...
February 2012
“I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect....”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald (via empty-aisles)
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I forget. And then I go through past entries and there it is and I’m suddenly flooded with how you used to make me feel. Happy. And then I just cry because that was a long time ago and you completely forgot about me and then all I can think about is how I’m not able to forget you like you’ve forgotten me. Why did I like you? All of that is the reason why I liked you. I liked you....
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I’m just a girl. I’m difficult and when I fall for a boy, I fall hard and it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t love me, I love him anyways. I wear my heart on my sleeve and people think they know me, but I have so many things hidden underneath. There aren’t stories behind my smiles or tears and I just cry and cry sometimes because I can’t stop myself once I lose the...
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And I’m thinking about how if I were one of Ed Kennedy’s (I Am the Messenger, Markus Zusak) messages, what could he possibly do to help me? Would he simply just take me to my junior prom? Will he write my words on my sidewalk with sidewalk chalk telling me that my words are beautiful? Will he sit with me on my front porch and just let me talk, and then write me a letter telling me the...
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stupid stupid stupid
I know that it’s stupid but I really want to freakin’ wear my prom dress this year. I want to go and I want a boy to give me a corsage and I want him to tell me that I’m beautiful and I want to see how handsome he is in his tux. I want him to drive us in his car and I want to link arms with him. I want to sit down with him instead of dance and we’ll laugh about how crappy...
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I'll be here by the ocean just waiting for proof...
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I love my friends. They are the greatest friends I can ask for.
How did I even find people who believe in me as much as I believe in myself
and I do the same for them?
I love them. They’re so talented and beautiful and ugh I love them so much.
“You’re nice to everyone you come across and yet no one is nice to you. You’re...”
– Michael Daaboul (via michaeldaaboul)
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what has happened to the music industry....
Bon Iver: And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab: So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead: But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New: You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
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WatchHere, Lynn, your video…
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WatchFor Lynn :)
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WatchFor Lynn :)
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I told you to stay or go
and you left
and I got mad that you kept trying to come back
but it was me.
I wanted you to stay
when I told you to leave
but I think I’ll just let you leave.
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It’s so freaking funny how you always have so much to say about me when you don’t even know me. I give you my worst because that’s what you deserve. I don’t want to talk to you I don’t want to look at you I don’t want anything from you. I will never ask you for anything. Who the hell are you? You’re only in my life because you’re my stupid sister but...
by the way
I don’t always writing about/to somebody.
Sometimes I just write about whatever, if you were wondering.
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And then I think of your hug. How much I want my head resting on your chest and feel your skinny body I refer to as a “board” and then I’m reminded of what you have beneath that shirt and then I hear your voice and how much I want to hear that voice right now but all I can think of is you being mad at me. Always mad at me. Why? What did I do? What was so bad about loving you?...
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“I gave you an adventure, Ed, right in front of you but you never saw it until I...”
– Why We Broke Up, Daniel Handler
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