Sunday, June 6, 2010

random nothingness

If he misses you, he'll call. If he wants you, he'll say it. And if he cares, he'll show it. If not, he can't be worth your time because you're obviously not worth his.

Sometimes she has imagined what it would be like to fly, to live in the river, to run like a horse. She has dreamed of that freedom, that power, and fears the wildness in herself that wants to live as beasts live, moved purely by need and desire. She has felt torn between the heat of her limbs and the thoughts in her mind telling her to be careful and good and always calm. Don't scream or cry, don't run to him and throw yourself at his feet, pleading for him to take you in his arms, don't strip off your clothes and run naked to the water, wild with wanting.

Keep believing the things that you tell yourself. Everyone needs something they can tell themselves to hold onto cause after all, all of it’s said and done. At times, you find that the truth is the best way out, sometimes telling the truth is the best way out and it’s the wrong words that make you prick up your ears.

He was different. He didn't promise me forever like the one before because he knew that was something he couldn't commit to. He didn't say he would call or text me and not follow through. To be honest, he really didn't do anything wrong. He made me fall for him, I knew better, but it happened anyway and well, I cried, but it's time to just smile and move on.

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Nothing else existed until I saw you. Then everything changed.
I fell in love with you. And to think I no longer believed I could.

Let's grab our converse and run the hell out of here. We'll put on our headphones and we'll scream our hearts out. This is the part where we don't care anymore, and we'll trade it all for better days.

Him: "explain to me the difference of being in
love compared to liking someone; like i like you"
Me:"i cant really explain, i think at some point, you feel
something different; something you've never felt before."
Him:"so if i don't love you then why do i get butterflies just when i think about you & why do i always feel the need to talk to you & why do i wake up tired because i was up too late thinking about you? fuck im so confused."

I want to stay here forever, You have become
a part of me, and I never want to let that go.

When they knock you down, you not only have to get back up, but you have to make it clear that you won`t be knocked down a second time.

you want to know what makes me love you more than i loved him? it's because when he got me, i was perfectly unused. i was fearless, and a hopeless romantic. when you got me i was bruised and battered. i was afraid of the world and cynical about love. and yet, you didn't leave.

i'm weird with relationships. i think i know what i want, then i run.
i think i run because i'm scared; scared that i might get hurt.

Beauty fades but yours has done a remarkable job of holding on. And in the long run it's going to be his loss, and I thought he should know how it feels to lose you. Because trust me, it's not fun. [gossip girl]

I like to see people reunited, I like to see people run to each other, I like the kissing and the crying, I like the impatience, the stories that the mouth can’t tell fast enough, the ears that aren’t big enough, the eyes that can’t take in all of the change, I like the hugging, the bringing together, the end of missing someone.


I want you to look back & miss me. Miss everything that we experienced, everything we’ve been through. I want to stand out in your mind. And although I told everyone that we would always be together, I know we won’t. But as long as I was the one that changed you, I know it will all be worth it. In the end, everything is perfect. I want you to look back and miss me. And one day, you will.

This whole not talking to you thing doesn't quite work for me, but if it prevents me from getting hurt, in the long run, it'll be worth it.

We're young, i know we wont last forever. But i do know that what we have is strong. When im with you, its like you make me go into some other beautiful world where everything is perfect; i dont worry about the other troubles in my life. It's a peaceful feeling & im not ready to let go anytime soon.

ive never fallen in love, the thought of it always seemed to scare me; until i met you. you've taught me to not be afraid to trust people because sometimes its the best thing in the world. You have taught me that i can give my all to someone & receive the same thing back. You have me, every piece of my heart is all yours so please dont make me regret anything.

Sometimes I find myself glancing at the clock,
wondering what you're doing at that exact moment.

Awkward moments define me. I'd sleep all day if I could. I lack the capability to keep my mouth shut. Yeah, everyone has bad days, but I seem to have more than my fair share. If you don't like me, don't act like you do. I swear, it offends me less. I've made mistakes and I've let people take advantage of me and I've accepted way less than I deserve. But, I've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back, and people who will never be sorry, I'll know better next time and I won't settle for anything less than I deserve.

I argue with him like he's my brother, I flirt with him like the friend he is, but I love him like something he'll never be. What he is now is all I'm going to see and all he's ever going to be is another friend, but one that means the world to me.

If we were alone, and it was absolutely silent, what would you say to me?

Don't ever think I chose to leave because I wanted to; I didn't. It was more like I needed to. We were killing each other.

You think you're original, invincible, unstoppable, powerful, unforgettable, inevitable, irrevocable, favorable, and lamentable? Well think again. Look in the mirror, get hit by a car or thrown in jail, lose a fight, fall out of love, have a hater, lose a best friend, be disliked by a teacher, and remember there's always someone worse off than you. One thing to realize is there's always one person who thinks we're unbelievable.

When they knock you down, you not only have to get back up, but you have to make it clear that you won`t be knocked down a second time.

You know that silence is loud when all you hear is your heart. And I wanted so badly just to be a part of something strong and true, but I was scared and left it all behind. I know you had to go away. I died just a little, and I feel it now - you're the one I need.

You make me feel something I can't describe. I always catch myself thinking about the things you do. There isn't anyone else I need; I've got my heart set on you.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew, knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

i like you :)

and I like you because when I am feeling sad, you don't always cheer me up right away.

Sometimes it is better to be sad.

you can't stand the others being so googly and gaggly every single minute.

you want to think about things.

it takes time.



i like you because if I am mad at you, then you are mad at me too.

it's awful when the other person isn't. Phooey.

they are so nice and hoo-hoo you could just about punch them in the nose.



i like you because if I think I am going to throw up, then you are really sorry.

you don't just pretend you are busy looking at the birdie sand all that.

you say, "maybe it was something you ate."

you say, "same thing happened to me one time."

and the same thing did.



if you find two four-leaf clovers, you give me one.

if I find four, I give you two.

if we only find three, we keep on looking.



sometimes we have good luck and sometimes we don't.



if I break my arm and if you break your arm too, then it is fun to have a broken arm.

i tell you about mine; you tell me about yours.

we are both sorry.

we write our names and draw pictures.

we show everybody and they wish they had a broken arm too.

*from "I Like You" by Sando Stoddard Warburg