"I finally understood what true love meant...love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be."
— Nicholas Sparks
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Monday, November 23, 2009
Sunday, October 18, 2009
i see you creeping, i can see it from the shadows.
CAN YOU SAY CREEP MUCH?!?! you make me regret giving you my number. i'm definitely not interested.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
i love it how...
things always end up the way i want them to and i never have to put an effort to it. MLIG.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
expect the unexpected.
everything's okay now? SURPRISE MUCH?!?! let's just act like nothing happened. pretend like we were never mad. pretend like we've been talking everyday for the past few months. how come it took so long to put everything behind us? is it cause we're that immature, or are we both just stubborn. today was great. i miss all of that.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
lions!
Give me a disaster.
Give me emergency.
Stand me at the head of the crusades without a remedy.
Show me to the shipwreck.
Show me how your bones shake.
And when I'm at the end of sorrow's blade.
Show me how the heart breaks.
Be steady on your feet.
No matter the trouble you meet.
Lions make you brave.
Giants give you faith.
Death is a charade.
You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid.
Find me at the bottom.
Looking at the vultures.
Standing in the heart of disease.
Following the hard curves.
I'm looking for the thunder.
I'm looking for the blackness.
I'm learning how to getup off my knees.
And all it takes is practice.
Give me emergency.
Stand me at the head of the crusades without a remedy.
Show me to the shipwreck.
Show me how your bones shake.
And when I'm at the end of sorrow's blade.
Show me how the heart breaks.
Be steady on your feet.
No matter the trouble you meet.
Lions make you brave.
Giants give you faith.
Death is a charade.
You don't have to feel safe to feel unafraid.
Find me at the bottom.
Looking at the vultures.
Standing in the heart of disease.
Following the hard curves.
I'm looking for the thunder.
I'm looking for the blackness.
I'm learning how to getup off my knees.
And all it takes is practice.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
when you're gone, will i lose control?
i hate how much i use to depend on you. i hate it how we no longer talk. i hate how we blame each other for messing up. i hate it how we both pretend nothing happened. i hate how neither of us take anything seriously. you make me hate you.
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