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Saturday, 11 April 2009

  • hey lovies, i have a question for you.
    do you like it when people quote really weird songs that make absolutely NO sense?!
    it annoys me. :(
    and thats all i find nowadays..

Sunday, 23 November 2008

  • I never asked for it to be over.
    Then again, I never asked for it to
    begin.That's the way it is with life,
    some of the most beautiful days come
    completely by chance.But even the
    most beautiful days have their sunsets

    A soulmate is someone who has
    locks that fit our keys, and keys to
    fit our locks. When we feel safe
    enough to open the locks, our truest
    selves
    step out and we can be completely
    and honestly who we are; we can be
    loved for who we are and not who we're
    pretending to be. Each unveils the best
    part
    of the other. No matter what else
    goes wrong around us, with that one
    person we're safe in our own paradise.
    Our soulmate is someone who shares
    our deepest longing, our sense of direction.
    When we're two balloons, and together
    our direction is up, chances are we've
    found the right person. Our soulmate is
    the one who makes life come to life.

    When it seems like there's no one left to run to in this empty world you can come to me. I'll be your shooting star. You can tell me your dreams. I can't promise to make them come true, but I'll be there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart if your dreams happen to fall through.

    I love you. I love you not because you're adorable or because you're sweet, or because you're my best friend. I love you because you make me step outside myself and look at who I really am. You make me want to be a better person, just because you are who you are. I can tell you absolutely everything and I know you will listen. And you're one of my best friends. But I will keep all of this to myself, because I love you, but you do not love me... I wish that I could make you love me, but I cannot. That is why these words will be forever lost in my memories, never to be spoken aloud: I love you.

    I used to know this girl who gave her love away to every guy she met
    and with all the games they played, she never seemed to cry, she never got upset.
    And one by one they came and one by one they left
    I thought that I could fix her if she would let me in,
    but all of my advances were shut down in the end.
    When days turned into months, I begged her to explain and this is what she sang:
    "It's not that I'm a slut or that I really like to fuck;
    I just want every body I see to walk away with a part of me
    until there's nothing left to hold, until there's nothing left to hate.
    I appreciate your help, but even you can't save me from myself."

    So, maybe he wants her, and maybe he doesn't,
    but she'll never know if she never tries,
    so she's going out on a limb, and she's praying for the best,
    but prepared for the worst,
    this is one blow her heart can take.

Wednesday, 25 June 2008

  • You can tell me all your thoughts,
    about the stars that fill polluted skies
    And show me where you run to,
    when no one's left to take your side
    But don't tell me where the road ends,
    cause I just don't wanna know

    In life we do things. Some we wish we had never done. Some we wish we could replay a million times in our heads. But they all make us who we are, and in the end they shape every detail about us. If we were to reverse any of them we wouldn't be the person we are. So just live, make mistakes, have wonderful memories, but never ever second guess who you are, where you have been, and most importantly where it is you're going.

    maybe he's starting to see the real girl. the one behind an ambitious, quiet, and self-conscious girl. the one who loves her friends more than life itself and laughs about pretty much everything, cause she can. and that's what she thinks life is about--having the time of your life.

    Who wants that? I'd rather
    choose to fall in love and be hurt.
    Sometimes I can't even sleep because I love someone so much.
    And there's always sadness in our lives.
    It's that sad feeling that keeps us going.
    Because if we can overcome that sadness, we
    can hope for happiness in the future -House

    You know that feeling? That feeling when you
    just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because
    it's right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible
    ?
    I want to believe that.- Nick & Norah's Infinite Playlist

    you take the breath right out of me
    you left a hole where my heart should be
    you got to fight just to make it through,
    'cause i will be the death of you.

    For so long I have felt alone,
    content to live with unrest,
    longing faded into countless nights
    that buried my weary heart,
    but you brought an end
    to this dead hour
    and meaning to a calloused life

    when tears fall from my eyes
    I know that you are always there
    no matter what's in my heart
    you are the one who cares
    when I doubt, you stand by me
    so I'm not ashamed to say the way I feel
    I love you, you are my everything

    The unreal is more powerful than the real,
    because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
    because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. stone crumbles.
    wood rots. people, well, they die.
    but things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.

    I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's gonna happen or, who I'm gonna meet, where I'm gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life's a gift and I don't intend on wasting it. You don't know what hand you're gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you --- to make each day count.

    That may be all I need
    in darkness she is all I see
    come and rest your bones with me
    driving slow on sunday morning
    and I never want to leave

Sunday, 22 June 2008

  • he misses you? good, he should. you're sexy,
    pretty, fun, outgoing and fun to be around.
    guys that haven't met you yet, miss you.
    but don't get back together with him because
    somewhere out there there is a guy searching really
    hard for you. he's the one that deserves someone
    amazing like you
    . let him have it and
    not the asshole that left you.

    back up, back up take another chance,
    don't you mess up, mess up i don't wanna lose you.
    wake up, wake up this ain't just a thing you give up, give up.
    don't you say that i'd be better off, better off sitting by myself.
    wondering if i'd be better off, better off without you boy.

    remember the time you drove all night just
    to meet me in the morning and i thought it was
    strange. you said 'everything changed'. you
    felt as if you'd just woke up and you said, "this
    is the first day of my life
    ". i'm glad i didn't die
    before i met you. but now i don't care i could go
    anywhere with you and and i'd probably be happy."

    you will never forget your first love. that's
    what makes it so special. you love so hard,
    so deeply, and so intensely because you don’t
    know any different. it's the best until it is over.
    then you hurt like you've never been hurt before.
    eventually you love again, but you love differently.
    you will love more carefully and more cautiously,
    continually comparing that person to your first love.

    what's teenage love? it's staying up late
    for each other and barely staying awake in
    class the next day. it's passing each other between
    classes and stopping to say hi, but ending up
    running to your next class right before the
    bell rings. it's going to the mall, wandering
    around hand in hand
    , with a silence that's
    comfortable. it's watching a movie in the
    theaters with his arm slowly creeping onto
    your shoulders
    , and you resting your head
    in his arms
    . it's walking around at night for
    no reason at all
    ; his chest, her head, looking
    at the stars
    . it's uncertainty of how long it
    will last, a risk you're both willing to take, even
    if it means you'll have a broken heart. it's not
    yet
    true love, not like, nor lust, nor infatuation.
    it's teenage love; here to stay, here to play
    with our hearts
    and never go away.

    it's not okay because he made me laugh. because
    i didn't have to pretend to be anything other than
    who i am when i was with him. because i don't
    believe that stuff about finding your other half,
    but because i do believe that what you look for is
    someone who makes you a better person when
    you're with them, who changes you for the better,
    who makes you the best person you can possibly be,
    & because i thought i had found that in him.

    boys are like purses, you're always
    gonna have that one boy that you're always
    comfortable with and you know you'll
    always kind of like. that's your purse that
    you wear everywhere. then you have
    that gorgeous bag that you want everyone
    to see you with, but the gorgeous bag is
    usually an asshole or costs a lot of money.
    then you have those other purses that you really
    like, but you really don't want to be seen with.
    - lauren conrad ; laguna beach

    i held him close to me with my eyes
    closed, wondering if anything in my life
    had ever been this perfect, and knowing
    at the same time that it hadn't. i was in love,
    and the feeling was even more wonderful
    than i ever imagined it could be.

    i decided that enough is enough. that since
    you obviously don't care about me anymore,
    i'm going to move on. easier said than done,
    i suppose. because at the end of the day,
    i'm staring out the window with these tears on
    my cheeks. just look at what you've done to me.

    load my iPod up with songs we're gonna
    dance to. and head out to the beach. this is
    the life
    ; bikinis and sunscreen, best friends
    and beaches, boys and kisses.

    if you think you're in love, don't get your
    hopes up. it's not love until you go through
    both good & bad times together. if you love
    someone, you would know why you love them.
    if you have no reason, then think about it. do
    you really love them? you would go through
    all these fights & break ups only to realize that
    there's no point, because you're always gonna
    get back together. you would spend time together,
    even if both of you are broke. love isn't about
    money; love is priceless. love is something you
    could never buy; love is when one of you
    makes a huge mistake, but then in the end
    you work it all out because you realize that it's
    just one mistake & it's not worth it, because
    all you want is for it to be forever. but then,
    never say forever because everything has a
    ending. but that's only in my opinion. love is
    a strong word & has many definitions. listen to
    me or not, why do i care? what do i
    know? i've never been in love.

    there once was a girl who hung out with her
    friends every friday night. a girl who would
    say 'lol' after every four words. she would
    laugh
    when she slipped while ice skating &
    just flowed through life without a problem.
    over the summer, the girl fell. no, not from
    ice skating, but for a boy. he was perfect.
    perfect hair, perfect smile, perfect everything.
    he told her he loved her one day, but little
    did she know she was caught up in his trap.
    days later, she got a call from him saying,
    "i don't love you anymore. you're not worth
    the attention." & the phone was hung up. school
    started & this girl walked to lunch alone. she
    laughed, but only when she thought about how
    stupid
    she was to fall for him, & discarded all
    her friends
    from any future friday night fun.
    what happened to the up-beat, loving girl? i`m
    really starting to miss her more & more.

    sure, you don't think you're pretty. but the
    gorgeous girl on that myspace page doesn't
    think she's that hot either. if we stop comparing
    ourselves to size zero stick-thin models, we may
    just find our own beauty. our beauty is not
    defined by our jeans size. it's not defined by
    our faces. its defined by the things inside
    our heart ; if we care for other people, if we
    love, if we're caring, if we're passionate,
    if we're happy, if we have self esteem.. beauty
    is much more than being thin and having
    perfect features. those are nothing compared
    to real beauty.. what's inside of each and
    every woman on this earth. if we show
    what's really inside of us, maybe guys will
    stop seeing us as a good night.. because we'll
    know we're better than that. maybe if we
    stop thinking "if i was that beautiful, life
    would be perfect" .. because it won't.
    beauty is not skin-deep. <3

    when "your song" comes on the radio ; turn
    the station
    . when the day comes that he realizes
    what a mistake he made & tries calling ;
    turn your phone off. when he tries coming
    over ; don`t answer the door. think of the
    broken promises, the lies, the manipulation,
    & the tears, the wasted moments. think
    about how your heart used to jump when your
    phone would vibrate in the middle of the
    night
    , & how it felt to your stomach when
    you saw it wasn`t him & realized once again he
    hadn`t called when he said he was going to.

    you're only a teenager. you're not yet married,
    so go with the flow, laugh tons, use manners,
    and try something new. 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
    people's dreams, 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.

    she fell asleep for only a minute but when
    she awoke she found herself lying on his chest,
    feeling him breathing steadily beneath her.
    his arm was draped around her shoulders &
    it seemed like he didn't want her to leave, ever.
    she whispered in his ear, though she knew he
    was asleep, "oh baby. if i could wake up like this
    every single day, i would always be happy."

    summer is for breaking. pack nothing. leave
    without a note. follow your internal compass.
    wear what you slept in. sleep in what you`re
    wearing
    . use spf. listen to the ocean but don`t
    take it`s advice word for word. insist on
    karaoke. display skin. attract a following. steal
    a heart. lose track of time. live your life.
    - american eagle <3

Sunday, 08 June 2008

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