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| A man out there is meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate, the one you can tell your dreams to. He’ll brush the hair out of your eyes. Send you flowers when you least expect it. He’ll stare at you during the movies, even though he paid $8 to see it. He’ll call to say goodnight or just cause he is missing you. He’ll look in your eyes and tell you, you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and for the first time in your life, you’ll believe it.
- Nicholas Sparks
"While you were sleeping I figured out everything. I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me. Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins. You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame."
There are nights when it's hard to fall asleep. The only way to block my thoughts is the thought of popping down pills or being beaten onto ground. You want to tear every hair off your head, punch holes into every fucking wall, until you crush every bone in each of your hands, to the point where it's hard to stand, or hard to breathe, screaming fuck you until the blood from your throat splatters on the wall. I don't think I'll let it go this time
I realized how much he meant to me. When anything ever happened, good or bad, I wanted to tell him about it. He was the first person I wanted to know, and I couldn't wait to tell him, and talk to him, and listen to him and it's like I love learning new things every time I talk to him
I realized how much he meant to me. When anything ever happened, good or bad, I wanted to tell him about it. He was the first person I wanted to know, and I couldn't wait to tell him, and talk to him, and listen to him and it's like I love learning new things every time I talk to him | | |
| You are one of my bests. No matter what happens, know I'll always love you and I'll always be here for you. Always always. I mean honestly, I'm closer to you than I am to anyone else on this earth, and you're the one I've known for the least amount of time. That amazes me: how close we got so damn fast. But I don't regret it for a second, any of it. You know the truth about everything. You know things that other people don't, and that makes you one of my bests. You're amazing.
Being in love was like China: you knew it was there, and no doubt it was very interesting, and some people went there, but I never would. I'd spend all my life without ever going to China, but it wouldn't matter, because there was all the rest of the world to visit
You know a part of me thinks this is some big master plan to expose the raw nerve endings of dysfunction so I can heal. But you know addicts, we think everything's about us, don't we?
I admit to enjoying drugs.
They get rid of tension, boredom and static.
Hate those adverse side effects,
forcing the people who love me to scatter.
Excuse me for being such a hypocrite.
the way I see it really doesn't matter.
I hated going to weddings. All the grandmas would poke me and say, "you're next". They stopped, when I started doing it to them at funerals.
I love you for the man you are, I love you for the things you do, I love you for the things you say. But most of all I love you because you love me for the woman I am, for things I do and for the things I say. I love you - Magnolias
"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 | | |
| from:http://speeding-cars-x.xanga.com/ I read once that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand,
and the Eskimos had a 100 words for snow. I wish I had a thousand
words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me
while you sleep, and there are no words for that.
You can be in a room with 100 men, and not like any of them,
or you can be in a room with just one man, and he’s exactly the one you want.
Out of all the things I could do with you, I look forward to sleeping with you the most. Not having sex but more than that - just sleeping in the same bed, you holding me in your arms and me falling asleep on your chest and waking up with you,
right next to me. That's what I want. That's what I look forward to.
I may not have gone where I intended to go but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.
" There will be other lives.
There will be other lives for nervous boys with sweaty palms, for bittersweet fumblings in the backseats of cars, for caps and gowns in royal blue and crimson, for mothers clasping pretty pearl necklaces around daughters' unlined necks, for your full name read aloud in an auditorium, for brand-new suitcases transporting you to strange new people in strange new lands.
And there will be other lives for unpaid debts, for one-night stands, for Prague and Paris, for painful shoes with pointy toes, for indecision and revisions.
And there will be other lives for fathers walking daughters down aisles.
And there will be other lives for sweet babies with skin like milk.
And there will be other lives for a man you don't recognize, for a face in a mirror that is no longer yours, for the funerals of intimates, for shrinking, for teeth that fall out, for hair on your chin, for forgetting everything. Everything. Oh, there are so many lives. How we wish we could live them concurrently instead of one by one by one. We could select the best pieces of each, stringing them together like a strand of pearls. But that's not how it works.
A human's life is a beautiful mess."
I wonder about your life now.
Do you wonder why we were friends, why we aren't anymore, why we made the choices we did?
Do you wonder how things might be different if we hadn't?
Even you must admit that parting was a turning point in both our lives.
For awhile we were practically the same person, you and I.
No one knows you like a person with
whom you’ve shared a childhood. No
one will ever understand you in quite
the same way. "I want to climb into bed with someone and have them hold me throughout the entire night. I want both of us to be completely naked. No make-up to hide imperfections. I want to feel the intensity and warmth of their breath on the back of my neck without a cotton barrier. I want to feel every jolt of nervousness and doubt as they trace their fingertips over my body. I want to feel every curve and angle underneath their skin as they press their body up against me. I want to be trapped in their embrace. I want to be suffocated with the scent of them surrounding me; the roughness of a man’s hands as he traces lines over my own skin, taking pieces of me away and giving me mismatched pieces of himself to treasure and hoard for eternity. I want to close my eyes and feel nothing, think of nothing, but him and the way I fit perfectly into his arms, how we surely must have been created from the same mold. I want his body wrapped around me so tightly that I can only just catch my breath. I want my skin to tingle with his movements as he fidgets in his sleep, excited simply by the prospect of feeling his hands on me. I want him to bury his face into my neck, my hair, and tell me that he adores me. I want him to whisper words of devotion into my ear as I drift off into sleep, and I want him to continue hours after my breathing has deepened and my body relaxed. I want to wake up in the morning and squeeze my eyes shut, lying as silently still as possible so as not to wake him, just to prolong that precious moment. I want to belong and share and know what it is to love and be loved again without awkwardness or doubt or anxiety. I just need you."
I'm a lover and a fighter. I get angry easily, but I'm working on it. I party, sleep, and think too much, but I get my shit done. I have a weakness for sweet talkers, but I'm learning and enforcing my boundaries. I don't let many people in, but once they're in, they're there forever. I'm strong and independent and I've been broken, but never shattered. | | |
| There's so many things I have to say.
I'd stay up all night just to hear about your day. 
i am not young enough to know everything
-oscar wilde
(amazing, i love that^)
We’ll still be kissing
when everything that we are
turns back into dust.
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| You have a beautiful, beautiful smile, the way it curls and collapses on your lips. When you touch me, I shake like a child. It's late, I'm afraid you might leave cause sometimes it seems like you still don't believe me. There's nothing I can do to concentrate, it's so distracting, always thinking of you I just want to be there when the morning light explodes on your face, it radiates; i never forgot, no not once.
not for one minute and not for one second.
even after all these months. Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your fingers.
And the sky never leaves me, I couldn't find the words to say. First we take it easy, then we take it day by day. “I think that I want to be a tree. I want to become, after life, a book, or a home, or maybe even a flame.” —  The world is too big to never ask why,
The answers don't fall straight out of the sky
I'm fighting to live and feel alive
But I can't feel a thing without you by my side. | Morgan Dryden |
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