song of my moment: if i didn't believe in you -- the last five years
that entire show is just so much beauty. jrb is flawless.
so. new post?
what happened with the last post? i mean, i'm not saying the comments are all that's keeping me going, because that's far from true, but..
to go from like 23 one post to 5 the next? really...?
did i like royally screw up..? i don't even knoooow.
but anyway. it's tech week.
and this is my one night off for the rest of the week/weekend.
uhm. so, this is my last post for a while.. but yeah.
"you know, it's okay to hate him a little. he did leave you and it made life hard for you. life is still hard for you."
"how can i feel like that and still love him so much?"
"i think that's exactly what love is."
three things you cannot recover in life: the moment after it’s missed, the word after it’s said, and the time after it’s wasted.
sometimes it doesn’t matter how many times you’ve been somewhere with someone new trying to replace the past that’s attached to it or how many times you wear something over and over again trying to rid it of a scent that still seems to live in it, or how many days, years, months or seasons go by - there will always seem to be that one memory much stronger than the rest that your heart will remember the most.
i finally realized today that, while i may not be good enough for you, i will be good enough for someone. someone will appreciate me for all that i’m worth.
dreams don't always have to exist while the suns down and our eyes are shut.
don't quit because something went wrong. quit because you tried your hardest and nothing made it better.
no one would ever think of connecting him with cassie when they were apart, but once they'd been brought together, they, too, appeared to be an ideal match.
-Picture Perfect -- Jodi Picoult-
sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
it's probably the wrong time to tell you this, but, well, maybe it's the perfect time. i realize how incredibly confusing things are between us right now. i can't even begin to explain our relationship. you probably can't either, but i just want you to know that if you ever need me, i'll always be here for you. all you have to do is ask.
he may be completely wrong for me in your opinion, but he makes me happy. at the end of the say, he's the one who can make smile, and he's the boy i want to be with. and i can't give up on that.
i thought marcus was going to be in my life forever. then i thought i was wrong. now he's back. but this time i know what's certain: marcus will be gone again, and back again and again and again because nothing is permanent. especially people. strangers become friends. friends become lovers. lovers become strangers. strangers become friends one more, and over and over. tomorrow, next week, fifty years from now, i know i'll get another one-word postcard from marcus, because this one doesn't have a period signifying the end of a sentence. or the end of anything at all.
-Charmed Thirds -- Megan McCafferty-
i know you’re sorry. but being sorry isn’t enough.
win as if you were used to it, lose as if you enjoyed it for a change.
you get a little moody sometimes but i think that’s because you like to read. people that like to read are always a little fucked up.
“it costs your life, ‘ says caesar.
“oh no. it costs a lot more than your life. to murder innocent people?” says peeta. “it costs everything you are.”
“everything you are..” repeats caesar quietly.
there are two reasons why people don't talk about something: either it doesn't mean anything or it means everything.
brush back your hair and look around you, feeling like the truth has found you here. you're here with me. let love become the mirror with no fear where you're from. you have become beautiful.
there is nothing to writing. all you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.
why do i have to feel i've committed some felony doing what i always swore i would do?
-If I Didn't Believe in You -- The Last Five Years-
when the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
-Jacob's Room -- Virginia Woolf -
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so, i hope you enjoyed.
if you wanna know what's going on, check my tumblr. more specifically under the personal tag if that's what you want to know.
i've kind of abandoned my personal on here it seems like..
life is crazy, so if you're nosy or interested, i'd definitely check it out if i were you.
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