btw

i hate blogging now.

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i wanna hear you sad.

"For all of this, i'm better off without you.
Do you regret so, your loneliness?"

will always be my favorite The Early November song.

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i feel like i belong behind this fence.

i don't make wishes at 11:11 anymore.
i don't throw pennies into fountains.
i don't wish on the first stars at night.

i used to be the person who reminded everyone else to.
i practically forced anyone i was with to wish on pennies, even if they didn't want to.

hm.

what you need is a glass of instant smile

"i woke up on the floor with my shoes on,
a smile on my face and i didn't even care"


:) these lyrics remind me of when you're so happy, you smile so much it hurts. you don't care about anything else around you. it's pure euphoria, and it's beautiful.

don't think, don't feel.

“ You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.
— Bob Marley


one day, i will find this.
when "everything is beautiful and nothing hurts"
-KV

a little on love.

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up youre heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then on stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like '' Maybe we should be just friends '' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.”

Neil Gaiman

The Purpose of Life;

i never want to forget this.
i never want to feel like i'm just waiting on the sidelines.

PostSecret

about 3 years ago, i got a book from my cousin for christmas. it was a book full of secrets, mailed in on postcards, based on a website called PostSecret.

3 years ago, before anyone had really heard of this website, PostSecret was the most amazing gift i could have gotten. the funny, inspiring, and even tragic secrets helped me realize that maybe i wasn't as alone as i thought i was.

http://postsecret.blogspot.com/

i haven't missed a single secret posted on this website in three years. :)