sorry its been so long, i was dealing with alot of stuff but now im back!

Why is it that it's so much easier to forgive
a stranger than someone you love?

Sometimes i wonder if anything's absolute anymore. Is There Still right and wrong? Good and bad? Truth and lies? Or is everything negotiable,left to interpretation, grey. Sometimes we're forced to bend the truth, transform it, cause we're faced with things that are not of our own making. And sometimes things simply catch up to us.

There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on the path while others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be honored by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or to simply give up.

It's easy to have all the answers from a distance

people that are meant to be together always find their way in the end.

Don't cry for a guy, let a guy cry for you. Cause girls give and forgive, but guys get and forget.

Here's my philosophy on dating. It's important to have somebody that can make you laugh, somebody you can trust, somebody that, y'know, turns you on... And it's really, really important that these three people don't know each other.

I love you...and I probably always will. But we go days without having a meaningful conversation. And I used to miss you so much when that happened...but it never seemed like you missed me...and because of it, I stopped missing you

Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it's one day further from the last time you saw each other, it's one day closer to the next time you will.

At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world, six billion souls. And sometimes... all you need is one.

You ever look at a picture of yourself and see a stranger in the background? You know, it makes you wonder how many strangers have pictures of you. How many moments of other people's lives we've been in? Were we a part of someone's life when thier dreams came true? Or were we there when thier dream died? Did we keep trying to get in as if we were destined to be there? Or did the shot take us by surprise? Just think. You could be a big part of someone else's life and not even know it.

Sometimes it seems like you are the only one in the world who's struggling, who's frustrated, unsatisfied, barely getting by. But that feeling's a lie. And if you just hold on, just find the courage to face it all for another day, someone or something will find you and make it all okay. Because we all need a little help sometimes-someone to helps us hear the music in their world, to remind us that it won't always be this way. That someone is out there. And that someone will find you.



if you're always looking for reasons not to be with somebody, then you'll always find them, but at some point maybe you should let go and give your heart what it deserves.

I come in here and I sit in silence and hear the echoes of who we used to be. And so I wish for patience, grace, and strength to just let him be happy. Mostly I pray for the strength to not make his life worse because of what I want. That's the toughest part, letting go. That's the part of grace that really sucks.

Lucas: If you could go back and just change one thing about your life, would you? And if you did, would that change make your life better? Or would that change ultimately break your heart? Or the heart of another? Would you choose an entirely different path? Or would you change just one thing? Just one moment. One moment that you've always wanted back?

You know I've got this theory, there are two kinds of people in the world. There are lyric people and music people. You know, the lyrics people tend to be analytical. You know, all about the meaning of the song. They're the ones you see with the CD insert out like 5 minutes after buying it, pouring over the lyrics, interpriting the hell out of everything. Um, then theres the music people, like Brooke. Who could care less for the lyrics as long as its just got like a good beat and you could dance to it. I dont know, somtimes it might be easier to be a music girl and not a lyric girl. But since Im not, let me just say this. Sometimes things find you when you need them to find you, I believe that. And for me its usually song lyrics.

Horrible mood, my heart aches.

I wish I was your favorite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dressed was your favorite kind of style
I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you always wanna know what I was about
I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met

I believe that one defines oneself by reinvention.
To not be like your parents.
To not be like your friends.
To be yourself.
To cut yourself out of stone.

A sense of humor is needed armor.
Joy in one's heart and some laughter on one's
Lips is a sign that the person down deep
Has a pretty good grasp of life.



He wished you dead. You'll admit it, it hurt; you cried.
Then you gave a shaky laugh, looked him in the eye,
and told him; Say what you want.
If you still hate me this much, you still care.

no matter how far i go,
no matter how much this hurts,
i wanted you to know,
my heart remains with you.

Moving on is a violent process. It means breaking up,
burning the bridge between the two of you,
and shattering a world you once knew so well.

chances are i'll never get a moment like this
again, so here's everything i ever wanted to
tell you. no one has ever gotten me like you.
i've never found anyone who makes me laugh
like you. you're the one person i can honestly
see myself happy with. the definition of
love to me is you.



in your whole life,
nobody has ever abused you more
Than you have abused yourself.
and the limit of your self-abuse is exactly
The limit of abuse that you will
Tolerate from someone else.



and he was my kiss-in-the-rain,
my dance-with no music-guy.
he was my kiss-on-the-forehead,
i-love-you, sweet-dreams-goodnight.
he was the never-want-to-be-without-you
kind of thing; i was living the dream
every girl wants to live.

and even when i don't want to talk to you,
i want to talk to you.



the person is real and the feelings are real,
but you create the context--and context is
everything. the person who defines your
understanding of love is not inherently
different than anyone else, and they're often
just the person you meet the first time you
really, really want to love someone.
but that person still wins; they win and
you lose because for the rest of your life,
they will control how you feel
about everyone else.

A thousand times I've seen you standing
Gravity like lunar landing
You make me wanna run till I find you
I shut the world away from here
Drift to you, you're all I hear

 Courage, it would seem, is nothing less than the power
To overcome danger, misfortune, fear, injustice,
While continuing to affirm inwardly that life,
With all its sorrows, is good; that everything is meaningful--
Even if in a sense beyond our understanding--
& that there is always tomorrow.



possesing all the features ive predetermined to objectify,
effortless and rubenesque yet so perfectly aligned
beauty is the ease required for you to understand,
that single frame of animation
i think you know, i think you know



a twist in the plotline, a demand for a call,
The loss of attraction.
& i'll tell you the worst part: you're exactly
The way that i thought you would be
So i'll staple the last call. cause i'll move away,
But i'm never ready to leave.





















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i just liked them all so much :)

Be kind, that's all i ask.

It's so hard sometimes, trying to picture my life without him
I know i would be ok, but it would take so long to let go
I know he loves me.
But it just doesnt seem like he's the boy
I feel in love with any more,
Or maybe love has just made me blind.



Because you're young,
You're torn between a world of hate
And a world of dreams.
So much to lose, so much to gain,
So much to fight for, so much to change.

Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future,
Concentrate the mind on the present moment.

And she said, "kiss my cheek.
'Cause i can't kiss your lips anymore.
I don't know where they've been."

The unreal is more powerful than the real,
Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
Because it's only intangible ideas,
Concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last.
Stone crumbles, wood roots. People, well, they die.
But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend,
They can go on and on.

everyone says love hurts,
when actually love doesn't hurt.
love didn't leave you for some other girl,
it didn't cheat on you, nor break your heart.
so stop blaming love for once and start
blaming the asshole that treated you like
shit and gave you up.

i just want you to know that
i've been fighting to let you go.
some days i make it through and
then there are nights that never end.

i miss you when something really good happens,
cause you're the one i want to share it with.
i miss you when something is troubling me,
cause you're the one who understands me
so well. i miss you when i laugh and cry,
cause i know that you're the one that makes
my laughter grow and tears disappear.
i miss you all the time but i miss you the most
when i lie awake at night and think of all the
wonderful times that we spent with eachother.

it's the quiet night that breaks me.
i cannot stand the sight of this familiar place.
tell me it won't always be this hard.
i am nothing without you,
but i don't know who you are

you can't go back,
you can only remember

we almost laughed harder than we kissed.
you were always something i could never resist.

I live in a world of black and white
and you see little pieces of gray.
that's the difference between you and I.
that's what made me fall in love with you
and that's what's tearing us apart.



you do a number on me.
with those eyes i swear you stole from the sky
all i need is you tonight.

by summer i'll have you on your knees.
come August and you'll lie right through your teeth.
and it's oh so typical but what i need.

i'm going back down under,
to all those heated summer memories.
and i'm going to find something, anything.
that can remind me of who i used to be.



i didn't plan this and if i did,
i wouldn't be having this conversation now.
because i can't take it, but i'll be fair, and i won't fake this.
i can't unbreak something that's broken now.

i'm letting go of everything i used to love.
dropping all the things i cared about,
and for once i'm doing everything for myself.
i'm not worried about if were going to be together,
because why should i care if you never did.

i'm sick of keeping my mouth shut,
so i guess i'm like your legs, you slut.
yeah, i'm open for whoever wants some.



right now lets stay in the present, cant worry about tomorrow cause today is a blessing. the world's in astate of agression, i find calm in you, i see my mom in you, it's like a feeling in your stomach when you want it so bad keep keeping it fresh it ain't going to go bad,  i've been through the valley of love rode the shores of cali,just to find peace of mind looking to the sky asking for at least a sign, beautiful you came to me at such a decent time,  when we combine it's like good food and wine flavorful yet refined,  you remind me of the divine, love can be lost and found, like Stevie i just love having you around, pound for pound, we the freshest couple in town.-joss stone ft. Common "tell me what we're gonna do"

you can't help who you love.
you`re not supposed to.
& maybe if you're lucky,
you'll get someone who loves you back.

Who doesn't long for someone to hold
Who knows how to love you without being told
Somebody tell me why I'm on my own
If there's a soulmate for everyone



now i do as i please, and i lie through my teeth.
someone might get hurt, but it won't be me
i should probably feel cheap, but i just feel free.
 and a little bit empty.

aren't we so good at holding on to the past?
if we werent speeding, i'm sure we wouldn't have crashed.
under the influence of our shallow lust.
i know we should be careful, but that won't happen to us.

I'll spend a million nights just like tonight
you know, I screamed your name at the sky until I lost my voice
I'd give my life for you.

You're running through my veins you feel like a freight train,
I'm trying everything to keep my hands off of you.




The real trouble with my sarcasm,
is that half the time when people think
I'm being sarcastic, I'm actually
being quite sincere.



You want to know what living life actually is?
It's waking up on Monday morning with no complaints.
It's knowing you always deserve to laugh.
It's doing what feels right, no matter what.
It's doing what you want to no matter how stupid you look.
It's about being yourself.
Cause no one call tell you you're doing it wrong.

and its been ten days without you in my reach,
and the only time i've touched you is in my sleep.
but time has changed nothing at all. you're still the
only one that feels like home. i've tried cutting the
ropes. tried letting you go. but you're still
the only one that feels like home.




I want somebody to sleep with the rest of my life, and cuddle up during a movie, on a couch. Stay up all night talking about nothing. Get lost in the woods together. Challenge me, challenge him. Talk about dreams, make dreams. Have fights, the kind that only really matter just as long as you're having them. Someone I can wrestle with. A guy who will bring me flowers, once in a while, maybe a rock too or a shell of some sort. Something he saw that made him think of me, made him think "this might make my girl smile" as he smiles to himself. A guy who wants me, maybe even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything he's got..

people can call it passion. or lust. or obsession. i don't really care.
when i'm with him, it's the only time i feel completely alive.
if you've never felt the power of that, then i feel sorry for you.

that's all i want. just a promise that
you'll never forget me. tell me i changed
you somehow. let me know that i had
an impact on your life. promise me that
you'll always remember me. losing you
was hard enough, but i don't want to go
on knowing i mean absolutely nothing to you.

In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done,
and some we wish we could replay a million times,
but they make us who we are and, in the end, they shape and detail us.
If we were to reserve them, we wouldn't be the person we are today.
So, just live. Make mistakes and have wonderful memories.
But, never second guess who you are, where you've been
and, most importantly, where you're going.

i wanna taste you one more time again,
i'm all over you. i'm not over you.
this life is way too short to get caught up in all this stuff
when i just want you to love me back.

You said you loved me
More than anyone else could ever know
But now you're leaving
Can't wait to strive to work this out
And I've never been one to brag

This is how I deal when I think about you.
I never thought you could break me apart,
I keep a sinister smile and a hole in my heart
You wanna get inside?
Then you can get in line.



every night she finds herself
lying in bed, reliving and remembering
every glance he gave and every word he said.
you can take your shirt, along with your jacket
and i'll take my life back and force you out of this house
i was alive before you, so i can live without
and don't you doubt that for a fraction of a second

I know some day you will wake up as lonely as I am
'cause fate works both ways.

If I could say what I wanna say,
I'd say I wanna blow you away,
be with you every night;
am I squeezing you too tight?
If I could say what I wanna see,
I wanna see you go down on one knee,
marry me today.
Yes, I'm wishing my life away with these things I'll never say



It's like a thousand paper cuts soaked in vinegar
That's the way it feels when I see him touching her
It's like falling face-first into a bed of broken glass.

I'm not looking to music to complete me.
I'm not looking for a new philosophy.
I'm not waiting for somebody to swoon me.
I'm just searching for a better way into your love.

if you see me walking with someone
else it's not because i love them,
its because you werent there to
walk with me. if i fall in love with
someone else, it's not because i wanted to,
but because you weren't there to catch me

So you're gone and I'm haunted And I bet you are just fine
Did I make it that easy To walk right in and out of my life? 

Alright kids, here it goes.

I'm trying to wake you up.
There's a big fucking world out there.
It's messy and it's chaotic and it's never,
never, ever the thing you'd expect.
It's okay to be scared but you cannot allow your fears
to turn you into an asshole,
not when it comes to the people who really love you,
the people that need you.

Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things
through my eyes that the rest of the world as seeing through theirs.
Maybe there was a glitch in my brain.

"Everybody has a secret world inside of them.
All of the people of the world, I mean everybody.
No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside,
Inside them, they've got unimaginable, magnificent,
wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds.
Not just one world.
Hundreds of them.
Thousands maybe."



And I've been thinking about leaving since the day we met.
I don't get close when it's all over, I'll just forget.
Cause I have seen the end so many times,
I've played it in my mind.
And I'm scared to death:
I never want to see your dark side.

Such pain as this
Shouldn't have to be experienced
I'm still reeling from the loss,
Still a little bit delirious

Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore
She loves salting my wounds
Yes, she enjoys nothing more
I bleed confidence from deep within my guts now
I'm the king of this pity party with my jewel encrusted crown



You and I have something different
And I'm enjoying it cautiously
I'm battle scarred, I am working oh so hard
To get back to who I used to be

I only know that I am
Better where you are
I only know that I belong
Where you are



Sat up for hours, thoughts of a lover
I'll probably never get a chance to hold again.
All of my days spent, waiting for nights with him again.

I'm not obsessed, I could care less.
I just want to get you undressed.
The less you talk, the more you say.
Don't let words get in the way.

What came first, the music or the misery?
People worry about kids playing with guns,
Or watching violent videos,
That some sort of culture of violence will take them over.
Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands,
Literally thousands of songs about heartbreak,
Rejection, pain, misery and loss.
Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable?
Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?



Sometimes things happen to you that may seem
horrible, painful, and unfair at first, but in reflection
you find that without overcoming those obstacles you
would have never realized your potential, strength, willpower, or heart.

Your hand on me, pressing hard against your jeans.
Your tongue in my mouth,
Trying to keep the words from coming out.

It's funny how you can completely forget a moment in your life and
then with one instant, one comment, you remember it, as if you've lived
it all over again.

**who ever desided to make it into a movie,
i hate you, you can NOT put a face on edward cullen**

Your heroes turn out to be assholes
And the light in the tunnel that you're chasing is a train.
The singer's in key, the guitars in tune,
But the song is still slipping away.

Missing someone isn't about how long it has been
Since you've seen them or the amount of time since you've talked.
It's about the very moment when you're doing something
& you wish they were right there with you.

You can call me old-fashioned cause I sure am.
And when I tell you I love you, well I sure do.
I don't play games, I say what I mean.

i think apathy is the easiest trap to fall into.
And i think the best thing a person can do to
Avoid it is to stay passionate.
Because the times of utter misery are so worth it
For the times of complete happiness.
Never allow yourself to stop caring.
Feeling too much is always better than
Not feeling enough.



 don't love you, I'm just passing the time.
You could love me if I knew how to lie.
But who could love me?
I am out of my mind.

And I'm leaning on the fence between past and present tense.
And I'm losing all those stupid games I swore I'd never play.
But it almost feels okay.

I cannot pretend that I felt any regret
Cause each broken heart will eventually mend
As the blood runs red down the needle and thread
Someday you will be loved



I've been wandering for quite awhile.
When it seems like love is all around,
Seems when people can't get love,
They substitute it with a bunch of drugs.
If love was a drug that was real cheap,
Everybody could get some sleep.

Cause God fucked up when he made us,
Cause he made us so we could hate us
And the world can end in a second.

Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true,
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track, and then those words were said.
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed.
Soon we woke and I walked you home,
And it was pretty clear that it was hardly love.

Be yourself -
Above all, let who you are, what you are, what you believe,
Shine through every sentence you write,
Every piece you finish.

I used to care so much about what others think about,
Almost didn't have a thought of my own.
The slightest remark would make me
Embark on the journey of self-doubt.
Why waste a second not loving who you are?

"Don't ask what the world needs.
Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it.
Because what the world needs is people who have come alive."

Do you know how far this has gone?
Just how damaged have I become?



Don't you tell me how I feel,
You don't know just how I feel.
I stay inside my bed,
I have lived so many lives all in my head.

The quiet can scrape all the calm from my bones,
But maybe it should.
Maybe I need to be hollowed.
To get up and grow and stop fucking around,
To kick off my braces and start straightening out.
Let's sift through the static to find a simpler sound...
Simpler sound than the shit that's clouding our heads now.

According to you we don't click,
that's a blatant lie and you know it
Angel, what are you hiding from me?
If there is truly another secret lunch-break,
working late lover
Oh, then I would die, but at least then I'd be free.



Just fall at the sound of laughter,
Like you never even knew at all.
Love has what money's after,
Your gold teeth have fooled us all.

No one knows for certain how much impact they have
on the lives of other people. Oftentimes, we have no clue.
Yet we push it just the same.

If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land.
If my love were a desert, you would see only sand.
If my love were a star- late at night, only light.
And if my love would grow wings, I'd be soaring in flight.