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| That night we talked, we talked about life,
about our times together. Maybe we aren't the same
two kids we once were, but somethings never change.
Some things last, & even though I didn't know
what was going to happen to us or where we were going,
I just knew I couldn't let you out of my life. 
I don’t want to let you go or lose you slowly.
I just need you to know that it’s only been
a little back and forth lately.
And who am I to give you what you need
when I'm learning, just learning?
Learning how to live and to bear the weight.
And push into the sky. It's easier to lie.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something, a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours, understanding and loving and warm, offering you comfort and solace in a place you never expected to find it. | | |
| "It’s not about what you do. It’s about who you are. It’s not about who you are right now. It’s about who you could be. It’s not about what could go wrong. It’s about what will go right. It’s not about listening. It’s about getting up and dancing." Why'd you have to be so cute? It's impossible to ignore you. Must you make me laugh so much? It's bad enough we get along so well... Say good night and go. Remember the first time we danced? It was strange and perfect, a moment forever remembered, and we didn't even know each other. Take chances, a lot of them. Cause honestly,
no matter where you end up, and with who,
it always ends up just the way it should be.
Your mistakes make you who you are;
you learn and grow with each choice you make.
Everything is worth it. Say how you feel,
always be you, and be ok with it.
There is never a time or place for true love.
It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat,
in a single throbbing, flashing moment.
[ Sarah Dessen ] Don`t waste your time asking why such an amazing thing could happen to you, just let it happen. Don`t doubt that you could be loved, just let yourself be loved. If you don`t believe you`re worthy of anyone`s time, then you won`t be. Take yourself seriously & others will too. "Why" is such a wasteful question. Why? Because that`s the way it`s supposed to be. That`s the only answer you can have. Accept it. a face without freckles is like a sky without the stars
why waste a second not loving who you are? A couple of hundred years ago, Benjamin Franklin shared with the world the secret of his success. Never leave that till tomorrow, he said, which you can do today. This is the man who discovered electricity. You think more people would listen to what he had to say. I don't know why we put things off, but if I had to guess, I'd have to say it has a lot to do with fear. Fear of failure, fear of rejection, sometimes the fear is just of making a decision, because what if you're wrong? What if you're making a mistake you can't undo? The early bird catches the worm. A stitch in time saves nine. He who hesitates is lost. We can't pretend we hadn't been told. We've all heard the proverbs, heard the philosophers, heard our grandparents warning us about wasted time, heard the damn poets urging us to seize the day. Still sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today's possibility under tomorrow's rug until we can't anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves what Benjamin Franklin really meant. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beat the hell out of never trying. - Grey's Anatomy You're a part-time lover and a full-time friend. | | |
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i decided that instead of quotes today, i'll put the lyrics to 'konstantine'.
i can't imagine all the people that you know
and all the places that you go,
when the lights are turned down low.
and i don't understand all the things you've seen,
but i'm slipping in between you & your big dreams.
it's always you in my big dreams.
and you tell me that it's over,
wake up lying in a patch of four leaf clovers.
and your restless, and i'm naked.
you've got to get out, you can't stand to see me shaking.
no. could you let me go? i didn't think so.
and you don't want to be here in the future
so you say the present's just a pleasant interruption to the past.
and you don't want to look much closer,
'cause you're afraid to find out
all this hope you had sent into the sky by now had crashed.
and it did, because of me.
and then you bring me home,
afraid to find out that you're alone.
and i'm sleeping in your living room,
but we don't have much room to live.
and i had dreams,
in them i learn to play guitar,
maybe cross the country, become a rockstar.
and there was hope in me that i could take you there,
but damnit, you're so young... well i don't think i care.
and if i hurt you, then i'm sorry.
please don't think that this was easy.
and then you bring me home,
'cause we both know what it's like to be alone.
and i'm dreaming in your living room,
but we don't have much room to live.
and konstantine is walking down the stairs,
doesn't she look good standing in her underwear?
and i was thinking, what i was thinking,
we've been drinking and it doesn't get me anywhere.
my konstantine came walking down the stairs,
and all that i could do was touch her long, blonde hair.
and i've been thinking, it hurts me thinking
that these nights when we were drinking,
no, they never got us anywhere, no.
this is because i can spell confusion with a 'k',
and i can like it.
it's to dying in another's arms & why i had to try it.
it's to jimmy eat world and those nights in my car
when the first star you see may not be a star.
i'm not your star.
isn't that what you said?
what you thought this song meant?
and if this is what it takes just to lie with my mistakes,
and live with what i did to you, all the hell i put you through.
i always catch the clock; it's 11:11,
and now you want to talk...it's hard not to dream,
you'll always be my konstantine.
my konstantine, they'll never hurt you like i do,
no they'll never hurt you like i do.
no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
this is to a girl who got into my head
with all the pretty things she did.
hey, you know, you keep me up in bed.
this is to a girl who got into my head
with all the fucked up things she did.
hey, maybe, baby, you could keep me up in bed.
my konstantine.
you spin around like
a dream we played out on this movie screen
and i said
did you know i missed you?
did you know i missed you?
did you know i missed you?
did you know i missed you?
did you know i missed you?
did you know i missed you?
did you know i missed you?
i miss you.
and then you bring me home,
and we go to sleep, but this time not alone.
and i know, and you'll kiss me in your living room.
i know, i know you miss me in your living room.
'cause these nights i think,
maybe, that i miss you in my living room.
but we don't have much room.
i said does anybody need that room.
because we all need a little more room
to live.
my konstantine.
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alicia renee x3 | | |
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(1)
we sat in your car on that chilly fall night,
talking about how much i've grown up,
and how much you've lost yourself
(2)
shut the hell up.
you are worth it. you're worth every
guy in that god damn school. but you don't
see that. i'm here trying to tell you that you
are, but you won't listen.
(3)
you're letting her think that you're
emotionally available. you're letting her
think she has a chance. and there's nothing
else in the world thank thinking you have
a chance, when really, you don't.
(4)
is that your new girl ?
wow, you really could do better.
she's so fake.
even i could love you better.
(5)
he's just a boy from out of town.
only stops here twice a year.
he says you're pretty and he adores you,
reciting dialogue from classic romances.
dialogue from the classic he steals.
but my dear, he doesn't give a damn about you.
(6)
i still count my blessings when i'm
standing with you. and no, i never learned
my lesson. i'm still a dedicated fool.
(7)
i'll see this through, i'll see through you,
your pale, your pale blue eyes.
(8)
i'm sick of your lies
and i'm sick of your games,
and you're not my friend.
and i would just walk away from you,
except i saw you with this other girl.
and i can't let that happen again.
(9)
when times are hard,
when things go bad
regardless, i am here
when your whole world is crumbling
i promise to stay near
we bring a balance into each other's lives
(10)
i'm sorry i'm not strong enough
to let go of the things i love way too much
(11)
And we can laugh all we want, I know it's your favorite.
And I'll stare at you all I can, cause you, you're my favorite.
(12)
so white out the memories
of each sarcastic shot you took at me
with your hurtful tones and biting melodies.
(13)
god, i feel like hell tonight.
tears of rage i cannot fight.
i'd be the last to help you understand.
are you strong enough to be my man ?
(14)
11:12
maybe there's a reason
why you always miss it.
(15)
i called my therapsit yesterday
in a panic and i said,
"what if the sky falls again?"
she said, "what if you fall in love again?"
comment...
i need it tonight.
alicia renee x3
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to days of inspiration, playing hookey,
making something out of nothing.
the need to express to communicate
to going against the grain, going insane,
going mad.
  
  
  
'welcome to the real world', she said to me,
condescendingly,
take a seat, take your life,
plot it out in black and white.
well i never lived the dream of prom kings
and the drama queens.
i'd like to think the best of me
is still hiding up my sleeve.
they love to tell you,
'stay inside the lines.'
but something's better
on the other side.
i wanna run through the halls of my high school,
i wanna scream at the top of my lungs.
i just found out there's no such thing as the real world,
just a lie you've got to rise above.
so the good boys and girls take the so called right track
faded white hats, grabbing credit cards
and maybe transfers.
they read all their books but they can't find the answers.
and all of our parents, they're getting older.
i wonder if they've wished for anything better
while in their memories... tiny tragedies.
i am invincible, as long as i am alive.
i just can't wait until my 10 year reunion,
i'm gonna bust down the double doors.
and when i stand on these tables before you,
you will know what all this time was for.
  
  
 <this looks like me & allison.
  
  
'what makes you think she's a witch?'
'well, she turned me into a newt!'
'a newt.'
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'i got better.'
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
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