In the end everyone ends up alone
Losing her, the only one who’s ever known
Who I am, who I’m not, who I want to be

Because for me, It's always been you.
Always .. & I've t r i e d to fight it,
I've tried to deny it, but I can't.
You're undeniable.just promise me. that's all i want.
just a promise that you'll never forget me.
tell me i changed you somehow,
let me know i had an impact on your life.
promise me you'll always remember me,
it's hard enough watching you walk away,
but i don't want to walk the other way
knowing i meant nothing to you

I hate it when a relationship starts losing its meaning. Words are carelessly thrown around, either being used too early or too often. Actions just lead & become all about sex. What makes a relationship special anymore? There is no more waiting; the mystery & simplicity of it all seem to have just disappeared.

So you say your life's a bore
and I can't quite disagree
if you judge your life by the pieces of shit that inhabit your tv
because they stand so proud, and they talk too loud
and every other word is a lie.
I've found that everyone who is anyone is a waste of time.

 

"i'm not giving up, i'm simply doing what's best for me
and that's not being a part of your life anymore."

people are people and

sometimes we change our minds.

but it’s killing me to see you go after all this time

I know there will be risks, but I want to face them with you. It's wrong that we should only be half alive, half of ourselves. I love you. So here I am, standing in your doorway. I've always been standing in your doorway. Isn't it about time somebody saved your life?

After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?

- Bella, New Moon

It’s so hard to describe. It’s not like love at first sight, really.
It’s more like…gravity moves. When you see her,
suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore.
 She does. And nothing matters more than her.
And you would do anything for her, be anything for her…
You become whatever she needs you to be,
 whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother.
-New Moon

 I wish there was a more elegant way of saying "I miss you"
Because it feel so much more complicated
and involved than just those three words.

"Many things lost, but much gained. You never know what you had until it's gone, and you never know what you really want until you're alone. I haven't really changed, but I'm not the same person. Being alone either makes you get wiser or just insane, but maybe I'm both?"

You like her a lot, but you really did love me. That isn't just gone because you're with her now. We both know there's something there still. It's in your eyes when you look at me, or in the way you linger when you hug me. It's in the late-night phone calls and even later AIM talks. You can't let me go, even though you now have her. I kind of wish you would though. That, or pick me and finally be able to stick with that decision. -Paperairplane_icons

I've got this store bought way of saying I'm okay and you learned how to cry in total silence. We're talented and bright, we're lonely and uptight. We've found some lovely ways to disappoint.

This might be my last chance,
so maybe I should take it.
I just hope your listening,
to everything I’m saying.
I miss the long drives, the car rides,
the bad fights, the good times;
the way you make me feel
will never leave my mind.

i bruise like a peach, I mumble when I speak.
I'm in the gutter looking at the stars.
I've always been in love with you.

look for that simple intensity, those compelling moments that remind you that you're still living, and make you glad that's true.

I have this theory that the more important and intimate the emotion, the fewer the words are required to express it. For instance, in dating, "Will you go out with me?" Six words. "I think I care for you." Five words. "You matter to me." Four words. "I love you." Three words. "Marry me." Two words. So what's left? What's the most important and intimate word you can ever say to somebody? It's "goodbye."

What would I say? Same old story, not much to say. Hearts are broken every dayy.

and i so hate consequences
running from you is what my best defense is
'cause i know that i let you down
and i don't wanna deal with that.

'i so hate consequences' - relient k

The Deaster.
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Maybe it's true what they say.
There are those people you encounter in life who you never really get over.
No matter how many other better people you meet,
people who treat you better and love you better, in the back of your mind,
there is always that person you can't quite completely forget.

She traced it's over on his skin and
then she heard him say, "No, its not."

You know, it's been said that we just don't recognize the significant moments in our lives when they're happening, that we grow complacent with ideas or things or people, and we take them for granted, and it's usually not until that thing is being taken from you, that you realize how wrong you've been, that you realize how much you really need it, how much you love it.

Here's to the nights we would kill to get back. The moments that haunt our dreams. Here's to the people forever loved, and the guys that make our hearts want to scream.

Some things in this world, man, they don't make sense. some things you don't need until they leave you, and they're the things that you miss.

After the funeral, my grandfather hugged me. And I'll never forget what he said. He told me that he had just lost the love of his life, the most important thing in the world to him, and that it hurt like hell. He said he probably wouldn't ever be the same. But then he looked me straight in the eyes; he said that his time with her was something he would never trade, that it was the only thing worth living for. He told me to find that. He told me that once I had that, nothing else would be as important. And he said once I found it, to cherish it and never let it go.

I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight and that's all they do. They don't pull away. They don't look at your face. They don't try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

I am a hostage to my own humanity
Self detained and forced to live in this mess I’ve made
And all I’m asking is for You to do what You can with me
But I can’t ask You to give what You already gave

Those little gestures were so important. Someone pouring you a drink before you'd got around to asking for one, running you a bath because you looked tired, or opening your umbrella for you before you even thought of doing it yourself.
( Fourplay by Jane Moore )

Most cynics are really crushed romantics: they've been hurt, they're sensitive, and their cynicism is a shell that's protecting this tiny, dear part in them that's still alive.

So I ran like the wind to the water
Please don't leave me again I cried
And I threw bitter tears at the ocean
But all that came back was the tide...

The truth hides in the darkest places,
Sometimes it's hard to watch our heroes die.
But the next time you reach for a hand to hold,
Remember- Everybody lies

if you decide to come back,

you always can.

I'm weird with relationships
I think I know what I want and then I run
I think I run because I'm scared
I'm scared that I might get hurt
Or maybe I just haven't found someone
I know is worth being hurt for

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way.

I miss the sound of your voice, I miss the rush of your skin, I miss the still of the silence as you

breathe out and I breathe in. I miss the sound of your voice, the loudest thing in my head, and

I ache to remember all the violent, sweet, perfect words that you said.

 

That was the problem with marriage. It sunk its hooks into your soul and left scars that were with you forever. They should warn the people who were getting married about what it was going to do to them. How it shaped your life and changed your mind and altered your reality until you didn't know who you were anymore. How it hooked you on the presence of another person, maybe somebody you didn't even like very much, maybe somebody you didn't even love anymore, and made you need that person even when you didn't want him at all.
( Fast Women by Jennifer Cruise )

When you look around you'll
see that love is actually everywhere.

"A heart is a fragile thing. That's why we protect them so vigorously, give them away so rarely, and why it means so much when we do. Some hearts are more fragile than others. Purer, somehow. Like crystal in a world of glass, even the way they shatter is beautiful"

I tried to tell you before I left
But I was screaming under my breath
You are the only thing that makes sense
Just ignore all this present tense.
-Snow Patrol, "It's Beginning to Get to Me"

a laundry list of problems

doesn’t make you interesting

and never getting help

doesn’t make you brave

It's those moments when you drive around in a car full of friends around a town too small for you. You gasp for breath between laughs. It's those moments where you get high off just breathing in so deep, you feel your lung starting to get cold. for a second, that one split second, you don't care at all. you don't care about school, about parents or about money, about rules, or broken hearts. who you care about are the kids sitting next to you. cause it's all we really need isn't it? those kids next to you, the ones who make you feel invincible even at your weakest points.

"The greatest irony of love;

loving the right person at the wrong time,

having the wrong person when the time is right

and finding out you love someone right after

that person walks out of your life.

And sometimes, you think you're already over a person,

but when you see them smile at you,

you'll suddenly realize that you're just pretending to

be over them just to ease the pain of knowing that

they will never be yours again.

For some, they think that letting go is one way

of expressing how much they love that person.

Some are afraid to see the one they love

being held by someone else.

Most relationships tend to fail not because the absence of love.

Love is always present. It's just that one was being loved too much

and the other was being love too little.

As we all know that the heart is the center of the body

but it beats on the left.

Maybe that's the reason why the heart is not always right.

Most often we fall in love with the person we think we love

but to only discover that for them, we are just for passing time

while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger.

So here's a piece of advice;

let go when you're hurting too much,

give up when love isn't enough,

and move on when things are not like before.

For sure there is someone out there who will love you even more."

For life without love, is not life at all.

 

I might believe you if I didn’t know.
I could’ve loved you all my life
if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold.

it’s a hell of a start,
being able to recognize
what makes you happy.

There was only so much space between us,
not even a real distance if measured in miles or feet or even inches,
all the things that told you how far you’d come or had left to go.
But this was a big space, if only for me.

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 as long as youre having them. Someone I can wrestle with, you know, play hard sometimes and not worry about break a nail or an arm. 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 "this might make my girl smile" as he smiles to himself. A guy who wants me, even needs me, just a little, enough to hold onto me with everything hes got.

The day has just begun and you're already bored.
Bored of cheering me up bored of calming me down.
Bored of drying my eyes, but there once was a time
when you were the one. You were the blue of the sky,
you came after the storm, you were the switch on the
wall in the dark of the hall, I'm still fumbling for

I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours but
I think that God has a sick sense of humour.
And when I die, I expect to find him laughing.

I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain
and it’s 2 am and I’m cursing your name
you’re so in love that you act insane
and that’s the way I loved you.

I am the kind of girl who enjoys the chase. I get a thrill when it comes to
winning someone over and making them fall in love with me. Then when
rough times in a relationship emerge, I run off kicking and screaming. I
analysed my actions once. I came to the conclusion that I'm afraid of
getting too close to someone because I'm scared to get hurt. When a
boy takes one step forward, I take three steps back. I've done this
my whole life. It is my greatest downfall, the reason I have lost so many loves.

 So roll the windows down and put the car in drive.

It's starting to rain a little bit outside and

I've had you on my mind for some time.

Why did you go why did you leave?

I can't forget about you and me.

But for now, I’m letting go.

– About Rain, by Sequoyah Prep School

You told me that I was just another face in the crowd,
so I told you that you were just another jerk up the street.
Maybe it was my fault to interrupt your words,
because while you were walking away
I heard you murmur,
"Just another face in the crowd...that managed to take my breath away."
While I found myself saying,
"Just another jerk up the street that I'd die to live next to."

 

Some days I can’t remember if I’m still really in love with you;;

Or if I just miss you out of habit.

You know the mistrtust of heights is the mistrust of self, you don't know whether you're going to jump

 

I guess more than anything
its your voice that
 I want to calm me and its your
arms I miss when i'm breaking down.

You can't knock me off my feet
when i'm already on my knees.
-Flat on the Floor (song by Carrie Underwood)

I was born the day you kissed me and
I died inside the night you left me.
-While You Loved Me (song by Rascal Flatts)

we live in a world of worse-case scenarios. We cut ourselves off from hoping for the best because too many times, the best doesn’t happen. But every now and then, something extraordinary occurs. And suddenly, best case scenarios seem possible. Every now and then, something amazing happens. And, against our better judgment, we start to have hope

^^mkay that there is a painting by my friend Troy.^^
GIVE HIM CREDIT.
Or die.
^_^

                 Yeah ; I’ll admit it. I miss you;
                                         I miss us, but I can’t think about those things anymore.

                                                           I have to move on, because this,

                                                                       This is pointless. 

Love, The Deasterrr.

Each one of you has something no one else has, or has ever had: your fingerprints, your brain, your heart. Be an individual. Be unique. Stand out. Make noise. Make someone notice. That's the power of individuals.

"I hate going to bed and not having anyone to say goodnight to.  I hate that I'm not in Paris right now looking at the Eiffel Tower. I want to see the Eiffel Tower. I want excitement. I want beauty. And I want love."

It's funny how when you start to grow up, you don't want stupid material things. You want things that matter.
like a father, or a letter. or just a friend.

She's the self-preserved,

pretty-but-doesn't-know-it kind of girl,

reading her books & day dreaming all day,

while he's the outgoing, spontaneous, gorgeous boy
with the most amazing eyes you'll ever see.

They grew up from two different worlds

& he'll teach her how to stand up

to those who look down to her,

and she'll teach him how to love.

Winter was never as cold as you.
I should've known you never were true.
I drink my coffee black, like your heart.
Your harsh words are tearing me apart.
He whispered, "You never meant that much to me."
I guess I was so blinded by happiness, I couldn't see.
I slammed the door without saying goodbye.
Now I'm leaning against the wall, still wondering why?

You want to know what makes me love you more than I loved him? It's because when he got me I was perfectly unused. I was fearless, and a hopeless romantic. When you got me I was bruised and battered. I was afraid of the world and cynical about love. And yet, you didn't leave.

I can't really offer you much. But I can offer you that empty spot of carpet right next to me. I can offer you late nights, of you and I sitting together. I can share with you my mind and my words and my music and maybe it'll move you, like you move me.

Their former happiness was destroyed. The days gone by, which they had believed happy, were made sad; and that is the woe in everything.

Anyone can slay a dragon, he told me, but try waking up every morning & loving the world all over again. That's what takes a real hero.

I wish i was a little kid again. I want someone to take care of me.

I want someone to clean up my messes and remind me what's right from wrong.

I want to be awed at, even if what i'm doing isn't that cute.

I want to be yelled at before i make the same mistakes again and

i want to be held in someone else's arms while i cry my heart out.

I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, sometimes they can't ever be fixed and this is something that nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see people in your life break one by one.

I can't sleep at night because I feel that there is so much to do and fix and change in the world, and I wonder every day if I am making a difference and if I will ever express the greatness within me, or if I will remain forever paralyzed by muddled madness inside my head. I've wept on every birthday I've ever had because life is huge and fleeting and I hate certain people and certain shoes and I feel that life is terribly unfair and sometimes beautiful and wonderful and extraordinary but also numbing and horrifying and insurmountable and I hate myself a lot of the time. The rest of the time I adore myself and I adore my life in this city and in this world we live in. This huge and wondrous, bewildering, brilliant, horrible world.

Your lies are engraved in my heart,,

Now I'll never be the same && I'm border line insane.

 

He seemed like the kind of person you could show your messiest self to.  And not have to worry that you were letting him down in some way.

"The best moments in reading are when you come across something, a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours."

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge
That myth is more potent that history
I believe that dreams are more powerful than acts
That hope always triumphs over experience
That laughter is the only cure for grief
And I believe that love is stronger than death.

he said "i didn't mean to break your heart"
but before he could finish, i replied with
"i didn't mean to fall in love either,
but we all make mistakes."

 

I want to believe in it all again. In art, fate, and love and I want to believe that I’ve made the right choice and that I’m on the right path and there's still time to fix the mistakes that I’ve made. And I guess I want hope.

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

I can't forget you;;
I know you want me to want you...I want to.
But I can't forgive you..

 

This is a lesson in procrastination. I kill myself because I'm so frustrated.
Every single second that I put it off  Means another lonely night I got to race the clock.
(I ignore it and it ignores me too.) What say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door.
So I walk myself picking at a chip on my shoulder.
I'm another day late and one year older. It's failure by design

 

You asked me if I believe in magic, and I said yes, and that's how. You just step out, start pulling your life out of the air. You make friends, you find work you really like doing, you find places. You find diners and laundromats. You find beaches. You find a junk car and drive it for a month, then leave it beside the road. You find someone to fall in love with you. You make it all up as you go. Or, you know, maybe it makes you up.

...and looking back now, i can't see what i ever saw in you.

His anguish was plain; I yearned to comfort him, but I was at a loss to know how. My hand reached toward him involuntarily; quickly, though, I dropped it to the table, fearing that my touch would only make things worse. I realized slowly that his words should frighten me. I waited for that fear to come, but all I could seem to feel was an ache for his pain.

Love, the Deasterrr.
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