When he breaks your heart. He feels nothing. He moves on quickly.. Like nothing happened. You feel as if a piece of you is missing. You can't eat, you can't sleep. All you do is thinkabout him. Wondering if he's thinking of you. Wondering if he ever misses you. You're deressed for weeks, months, sometimes longer. But than you realize what's important in life. And you decide that you need too worry about yourself. You soon move on... And he's stuck watching you smile. And realizes.. He messed up
He'll regret everything.
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
time of your life.
you're only a teenager. you're not yet married, so go witht he flow, laugh tons, use manners, and try something new. will you just kiss him already? trust your feelings, spend your cash, introduce yourself, take a chance, study hard, seek happiness, and regret nothing. don't laugh at peoples drams, make a wish on 11:11, challenge yourself, take pictures and appreciate the memories. you should make time to dance in your underwear, and learn from the past. play dress up and then take all your clothes off. have the time of your life.
hah
a nigger will brag about shit a normal man is supposed to do. a nigger will brag about some shit like, 'i take care of my own kids.' you`re supposed to, you dumb mother fucker!! what kind of ignorant shit is that? 'i ain`t neva been to jail' what the fuck, you want a cookie? you`re not supposed to go to jail, you low expectation mother fucker!!
nothing short of amazing.
Everything about you is so incredibly wondful.
Don`t ever doubt for one second that you`re anything short of amazing.
Keep your chin up,
you have a beautiful smile that always brightens someone`s day.
Everything will be okay,
i know it will.
realized.
I realized something
I need you, I trust you,
I admire you, I want you.
And you can be wrong a lot of the time,
and we figt and get mad at each other,
but nothing, nothing
in this world can change the fact hat
i love you.
to love
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering, one must not love. But then, one suffers from not lovng. Therefore, to love is to sufer; not to love is to suffer; to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is top love. To be happy, then, is to sufer, but uffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be happy, one must loveor love to suffer or suffer from too much happiness.
okay??
The fact that you don`t want me anymoer was apparent. It was blatantly staring at my face, as if it has been waiting for me to take it in. But whatreally hurt was the fact that it seems as if I don`t even deserve an explanation from you. A simple reason why you don`t need me anymore, or a head`s up - something like "Hey, look out, I`m going to break your heart into a trillion pieces, okay?"
Not even a single word.
Not even a single word.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
if only..
and i'm sitting here watching you flash that crooked smile of yours and on the outside, i'm trying to keep my cool but on the inside, i'm melting. and i'm thinking that if you would just open your eyes, you would realize that i've been sitting here, waiting for you for what seems like forever. if you would just open your eyes, you would realize that you're the one who truly has my heart, the only one that has the capability to make my day with a single glance. and if you could just read my mind, i'd think that we should be together, not for the sake of being together but because i believe that we were broought into this world for one sole purpose: to find each other. i'd think that i would look perfect with my head laying on your chest, listening to the tender beating of your fragile heart while you and i would count the stars in the faded night. we would talk about forever and i would shisper in your ear that i've been waiting for this moment my entire life and that i felt hopeless and lonely before i met you. and you would just smile and sigh and i'd quietly listen to the pace of your heartbeat throbbing faster and faster and it melted me because i knew that you felt the same way. everything would be perfect, just perfect. but if only you would just open your eyes..
ffucking beautiful
Look at you. You`re young and you`re scared. Why are you scared? Stop being paralyzed! Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you wat. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget you have your school in the morning. Stop waiting for friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
truth.
You want the truth? well, here it is...
Eventually, you forget it all. First you forget everything you learned - the dates of wars and pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you iddn't really learn, but just memoriezed the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers, and eventually you forget those too. You forget your junior year class schedual and where you used to sit and your best friend`s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations - even the ones that seemed indelible, just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty,smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties. Who had the most friends. You forget all of them. Een the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did. They`re the last to go. And then once you`ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.
Eventually, you forget it all. First you forget everything you learned - the dates of wars and pythagorean theorem. You especially forget everything you iddn't really learn, but just memoriezed the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your favorite teachers, and eventually you forget those too. You forget your junior year class schedual and where you used to sit and your best friend`s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. And eventually, but slowly, you forget your humiliations - even the ones that seemed indelible, just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty,smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties. Who had the most friends. You forget all of them. Een the ones you said you loved, and the ones you actually did. They`re the last to go. And then once you`ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.
breaking upp.
Hardest
Part of breaking up
- Changing 'baby/babe' to their actual name
- Going from 'in a relationship' to 'single' on facebook
- No more 'i miss you/ i love you' messages
- No more being intimate
- Remembering the 'memories' when you have to let go fo the feelings.
- Thinking 'what if'
- Seeing them with 'someone else'
regret..
When he breaks your heart, he feels nothing. He moves on quickly... like nothing happened. You feel as if a piece of you is missing. You can`t eat, you can`t sleep. All you do is think about him. Wondering if he`s thinking of you. Wondering if he ever misses you. You`re depressed for weeks, months, sometimes longer. But than you realize what`s important in life. And you decide that you need to worry about yourself. You soon move on... And he`s stuck watching you smile. And realizes... He messed up. He`ll regret everything..
you are simply amazing
Everything about you is so incredibly wonderful. Don`t ever doubt for one second that you`re anything short of amazing. Keep your chine up. You have a beautiful smile that always brightens someone`s day. Everything will be okay. I know it will <3
live it up..
This is your life. Do what you love, and do it often. If you don't like your job quit. If you don't have enough time, stop watching t.v. If you are looking for the love of your life, stop. They will be waiting for you when you start doing things you love. Stop over analyzing. All emotions are beautiful. When you eat, appreciate. Life is simple. Every last bite. Open your mind, arms, and heart to new things and people, we are united in our differences. Ask thenext person you see what their passion is, and share your inspiring dream with them. Travel often; Getting lost will help you find yourself. Some opportunities only come once, seize them. Life is about the people you meet, and the things you create with them. So go out and start creating. Life is short. Live your dream, and wear your passion.
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