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heyy guys finals are here so i wont be updating for a few days..
im not shutting down im just not gonna update for a bit..
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more quotes =) sorry if any of them are repeats.
i D0N`T HATE HER .. i JUST HATE THAT Y0U L0VE HER ..
He was the world to me, and I was nothing to him.
You're no good at lying and I'm no good at comebacks
.i guess nobody ever really does mean to fall in love. but it happens, and love brands itself on your brain. it's like a new street appearing overnight in the city you've lived in your whole life. the street is one way -- you can't turn around and get off it -- and it curves up ahead so that you can only see far enough to know that you're heading into the unknown.
and what happens when he's your
prince charming but you're n o t his
cinderella?he leaves you withaglass
slipper and a broken heart
You know you're in love when you
can say anything to the person and you know they won't laugh at you.
When you can see their face when you close your eyes. When you can
still feel their arms around you holding you tight long after they are
gone. When you can still taste their kiss after you have said good-bye.
You can tell you're in love when you miss them before they are gone.
When their voice lingers in your ears. When their presence eases any
pain. When their name sends chills down your spine. When they are the
only thing you can think about. You know you're in love when you can
see all their hopes and dreams and their soul when you look into their
eyes. When they call you at four in the morning and say, "I love you"
and mean it. When your tears stain not only their shirt, but also their
heart. When they are hurt just because of these tears. When even a
simple chore done with them can become a lasting memory. Ultimately,
you know you're in love when you can't imagine living without them and
can't figure how you lived before you knew them. When they fulfill
every need and with out them you are incomplete. The love of someone
else completes the heart, and soul, and mind all at once.
WHY AM i SO AFRAiD TO LOSE YOU WHEN YOU ARENT EVEN MiNE
DEAR DiARY ,
iM SORRY FOR THE WET PAGES
i COULDN`T HOLD BACK THE TEARS HE
CAUSED ME ANYMORE. i DON`T KNOW
WHAT MADE iT WORSE, HiS LiES OR ME
NOT BEiNG ABLE TO HiM.
did i miss your call again? no, you never called. it was a thought inside my head <|3
He`s so perfect
With his dark brown eyes
And if I look at him
I might as well be told a thousand lies
Because he looks so innocent
Just standing there
But then he turns to me
And I just stare
I hate how I miss
How everything was
How he just got up
And left because
My heart isn`t flawless
But neither are you
When a heart is breaking
What can you do?
The reason God put space
inbetween your fingers was
so someone could fill them up
Thanks to those who hated me,
You made me a stronger person.
Thanks to those who loved me,
You made my heart grow fonder.
Thanks to those who envied me,
You made my self-esteem grow stronger.
Thanks to those who cared,
You made me feel important.
Thanks to those who entered my life,
You made me who I am today.
Thanks to those who left,
You showed me that nothing lasts forever.
Thanks to those who stayed,
You showed me the true meaning of "friendship".
DADDY'S RULES
Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you had better be delivering a package, because you are sure not picking anything up.
Rule Two:
You
do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long
as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your
eyes or hands off my daughter's body, I will remove them.
Rule Three:
I
am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear
their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their
hips. Please do not take this as an insult, but you and all of your
friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded
about this issue, so I propose his compromise: You may come to the door
with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I
will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not,
in fact, come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I
will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in
place to your waist.
Rule Four:
I am sure you have
been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a "barrier
method" of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to
sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.
Rule Five:
It
is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other,
we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day.
Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an
indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my
house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is "early."
Rule Six:
I
have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date
other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my
daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you
will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If
you make her cry, I will make you cry.
Rule Seven:
As
you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and
more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on
time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on
her makeup, a process that can take longer than painting the Golden
Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something
useful, like changing the oil in my car?
Rule Eight:
The
following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter:
Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden
stool. Places where there are no parents, police officers, or nuns
within eyesight. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is
dancing, holding hands, or happiness. Places where the ambient
temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank
tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and
a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with a strong
romantic or sexual theme are to be avoided; movies that feature chain
saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folk’s homes are better.
Rule Nine:
Do
not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged,
dimwitted has-been. However, on issues relating to my daughter, I am
the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you
are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the
whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and
five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.
Rule Ten:
Be
afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the
sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice
paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in
my head frequently tell me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring
my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway, you should
exit your car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter
password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter
home safely and early, then return to your car - there is no need for
you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine
--
HOW COULD YOU PUT ME iN THE BACK && GiVE HER THE FRONT SEAT?
I cry like a baby when I don't get my way
I won't apologize when I make a mistake
I got scars on my heart and they won't go away
Looking for someone to take them from me
Everybody knows I'm a little insane
You`re my best friend.
I`m not supposed to fall for you... you`ve always been there for me, a
shoulder to cry on when a boy broke my heart. Always there telling me
everything would be all right. But now when i see you... my heart skips a beat. And i wanna run up to you and give you a hug and a kiss and tell you I love you. and i would if you weren't holding her hand.
I’m not ashamed of the things that I dream
I find myself flirting with the verge of obscene
And I don't trust you
Cause every time you're here
Your intentions are unclear
I spend every hour waiting for a phone call
That I know will never come
I used to think you were the one
Now I'm sick of thinking anything at all
i cant say i've actually loved you,
atleast not in that way,
but i can tell you that i know
i could have if you had
just given me the chance to do so
im not afraid of heights
im afraid of falling.
im not scared of the dark
im scared of whats in it.
& im not afraid to love
im afraid of not being loved back.
broken hearted i push you away
i wish i had the guts to ask you to stay.
your breaking my heart
tears in my eyes,
nothing but pain,
& nothing but lies.
you were born an
ORiGiNAL <33
don`t die a fucking
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this post from xX sweet quotes xX cause i REALLY liked it =)
This is my tribute to the nice girls. To the nice girls who are overlooked, who become friends and nothing more, who spend hours fixating upon their looks and their personalities and their actions because it must be they that are doing something wrong.
This is for the girls who don't give it up on the first date, who don't want to play mind games, who provide a comforting hug and a supportive audience for a story they've heard a thousand times.
This is for the girls who understand that they aren't perfect and that the guys they're interested in aren't either, for the girls who flirt and laugh and worry and obsess over the slightest glance, whisper, touch, because somehow they are able to keep alive that hope that maybe... maybe this time he'll have understood. This is an homage to the girls who laugh loud and often, who are comfortable in skirts and sweats and combat boots, who care more than they should for guys who don't deserve their attention.
This is for those girls who have been in the trenches, who have watched other girls time and time again fake up and make up and fuck up the guys in their lives without saying a word.
This is for the girls who have been there from the beginning and have heard the rite words of advice, from "there are plenty of fish in the sea," to "time heals all wounds." This is to honor those girls who know that guys are just as scared as they are, who know that they deserve better, who are seeking to find it.
This is for the girls who have never been in love, but
know that it's an experience that they don't want to miss out on. For
the girls who have sought a night with friends and been greeted by a
night of catcalling, rude L0VESzs and explicit invitations that they'd rather not have experienced.
This is for the girls who have spent their weekends sitting on the sidelines of a beer pong tournament or a case race, or playing Florence Nightingale for a vomiting guy friend or a comatose crush, who have received a drunk phone call just before dawn from someone who doesn't care enough to invite them over but is still willing to pass out in their bed.
This is for the girls who have left sad song lyrics in their away messages, who have tried to make someone understand through a subliminally appealing profile, who have time and time again dropped their male friend hint after hint after hint only to watch him chase after the first blonde girl in a skirt.
This is for the girls who have been told that they're too good or too smart or too pretty, who have been given compliments as a way of breaking off a relationship, who have ever been told they are only wanted as a friend.
This one's for the girls who you can take home to mom, but won't because it's easier to sleep with a whore than foster a relationship; this is for the girls who have been led on by words and kisses and touches, all of which were either only true for the moment, or never real to begin with.
This is for the girls who have allowed a guy into their head and heart and bed, only to discover that he's just not ready, he's just not over her, he's just not looking to be tied down; this is for the girls who believe the excuses because it's easier to believe that it's not that they don't want you, it's that they don't want anyone.
This is for the girls who have had their hearts broken and their hopes dashed by someone too cavalier to have cared in the first place; this is for the nights spent dissecting every word and syllable and inflection in his speech, for the nights when you've returned home alone, for the nights when you've seen from across the room him leaning a little too close, or standing a little too near, or talking a little too softly for the girl he's with to be a random hookup.
This is for the girls who have endured party after party in his presence, finally having realized that it wasn't that he didn't want a relationship: it was that he didn't want you. I honor you for the night his dog died or his grandmother died or his little brother crashed his car and you held him, thinking that if you only comforted him just right, or said the right words, or rubbed his back in the right way then perhaps he'd realize what it was that he already had. This is for the night you realized that it would never happen, and the sunrise you saw the next morning after failing to sleep
This is for the "I really like you, so let's still be friends" comment after you read more into a situation than he ever intended; this is for never realizing that when you choose friends, you seldom choose those which make you cry yourself to sleep. This is for the hugs you've received from your female friends, for the nights they've reassured you that you are beautiful and intelligent and amazing and loyal and truly worthy of a great guy; this is for the despair you all felt as you sat in the aftermath of your tears, knowing that that night the only companionship you'd have was with a pillow and your teddy bear.
This is for the girls who have been used and abused, who have endured what he was giving because at least he was giving something; this is for the stupidity of the nights we've believed that something was better than nothing, though his something was nothing we'd have ever wanted.
This is for the girls who have been satisified with too little and who have learned never to expect anything more: for the girls who don't think that they deserve more, because they've been conditioned for so long to accept the scraps thrown to them by guys.
This is what I don't understand. Men sit and question and whine that girls are only attracted to the mean guys, the guys who berate them and belittle them and don't appreciate them and don't want them; who use them for sex and think of little else than where their next conquest will be made. Men complain that they never meet nice girls, girls who are genuinely interested and compelling, who are intelligent and sweet and smart and beautiful; men despair that no good women want to share in their lives, that girls play mindgames, that girls love to keep them hanging. Yet, men, I ask you: were you to meet one of these genuinely interested, thrillingly compelling, interesting and intelligent and sweet and beautiful and smart girls, were you to give her your number and wait for her to call... and if you were to receive a call from her the next day and she, in her truthful, loyal, intelligent and straightforward nice girl fashion, were to tell you that she finds you intriguing and attractive and interesting and worth her time and perhaps material from which she could fashion a boyfriend, would you or would you not immediately call your friends to tell them of the "stalker chick" you'd met the night prior, who called you and wore her heart on her sleeve and told the truth? And would you, or would you not, refuse to make plans with her, speak with her, see her again, and once again return to the bar or club or party scene and search once more for this "nice girl" who you just cannot seem to find? Because therein lies the truth, guys: we nice girls are everywhere. But you're not looking for a nice girl. You're not looking for someone genuinely interested in your intermural basketball game, or your anatomy midterm grade, or that argument you keep having with your father; you're looking for a quick fix, a night when you can pretend to have a connection with another human being which is just as disposable as the condom you were using during it.
So don't say you're on the lookout for nice girls, guys, when you pass us up on every step you take. Sometimes we go undercover; sometimes we go in disguise: sometimes when that girl in the low cut shirt or the too tight miniskirt won't answer your catcalls, sometimes you're looking at a nice girl in whore's clothing - - we might say we like the attention, we might blush and giggle and turn back to our friends, but we're all thinking the same thing: "This
isn't me. Tomorrow morning, I'll be wearing a teeshirt and flannel
shorts, I'll have slept alone and I'll be making my hungover best
friend breakfast. See through the disguise. See me." You never do. Why? Because you only see the exterior, you only see the slutty girl who welcomes those advances. You don't want the nice girl.. so don't say you're looking for a relationship: relationships take time and energy and intent, three things we're willing to extend - - but in return, we're looking for compassion and loyalty and trust, three things you never seem willing to express. Maybe nice guys finish last, but in the race they're running they're chasing after the whores and the sluts and the easy-targets... the nice girls are waiting at the finish line with water and towels and a congradulatory hug (and yes, if she's a nice girl and she likes you, the sweatiness probably won't matter), hoping against hope that maybe you'll realize that they're the ones that you want at the end of that silly race.
So maybe it won't last forever. Maybe some of those guys in that race will turn in their running shoes and make their way to the concession stand where we're waiting; however, until that happens, we still have each other, that silly race to watch, and all the chocolate we can eat (because what's a concession stand at a race without some chocolate?)
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Knowing i could still have you hurts the most
Knowing i could be the one you still call every
10 minutes. knowing i could be the one by your
side tonight hurts the most but all of our mistakes
are all my regrets.
Cheerleaders are dancers who have gone retarted. -- BRiNG iT 0N
There will always be people you can't believe you were friends with, guys you can't believe you kissed, and people you can't believe you lived without.
she's smiling, is she happy? she looks happy, but it doesn't matter, let me tell you something... not everything is as it seems
___mona lisa smile
Two tear drops were floating down the river.
One teardrop said to the other,
"I'm the teardrop of a girl who loved a man and lost him.
Who are you?"..."I'm the teardrop of the man who regrets letting a girl go..."
All the beautiful fake girls
are out with their blue eyed boys tonight while I lie here and listen
to the sweet sound of lonely silence. Why not me? I’m gonna show the
world that I’m worth a chance. I’m gonna show them I’m amazing.
so ive said: ( im sorry, please, baby dont leave). dont yell. dont scream. this is just a bad dream..
its okay and its alright, why dont you come back tonight. we can work
this out, i love you without a doubt. get out.. dont come back, get
your suitcase and start to pack... im tired of saying sorry for things
i didnt do, its never me its always you. im not gona worry and im not
gonna cry. ive gave u your chance and that was your last try.
so look at her and stare into her eyes, can you even tell she is the girl who cries? can you tell shes the one who cant sleep at night , maybe she needs to be held so tight. maybe shes sad and maybe shes hurt, all because of the she was treated like dirt.
I want to be like those girls in the movies && have a man so in love with them** it makes him drop to his knees..
IF AT FIRST YOU DON'T SUCCEED.
ASK HIM IF HE HAS A BROTHER <3
I looked at him... talked to him... laughed with him... flirted with him... but I never got those *butterflies* I get whenever I see you.
x every time we talk ,,, i feel* like
i hate you so much one moment, and i
love you more than anything the next.
She puts the "Whore" in "horrifying."
A priceless moment is when the person you’ve
fallen in love with looks you right in the eyes
and tells you that they’ve fallen in love with you too <3
Who am I kidding? It wasn`t meant to be.
I needed a believer and you, you needed to believe.
Shawn, you live in a great trailer park. It even has a pool . . . you know, when it rains. --Boy Meets World
All the good times we had together, all the laughs we shared went to waste. I hate you.
I once asked an angel, "which is the worst kind of suffering?"
& he said back to me, "to love and not be loved..
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Took a ride to the city
had to get out of this place
I just cant stand the pity
when the tears fall down my face
You’re the WORST actor that I’ve ever seen but if the
script called for liars -- you would play the lead
i will not be the first one to speak. and if he never calls me again, i'll always think of him fondly. as an asshole.
I'm staring at your photograph, remembering each moment you made me laugh. I never thought this would end this way and I'd still be miss you to this very day.</3
iD RATHER BE BLiND THAN SEE Y0U HAPPY WiTH HER
you dont realize how much
you actually hate yourself
until you see what you only
wish,hope & pray to be ...
its good to know that if i ever need attention.. all i have to do is die
You started telling me all about her;
&& for the first time I didn’t care that
You weren’t talking about me &
I finally realized I’m over you <3
I’M SORRY I WRITE ALL THESE QUOTES ABOUT YOU; I CAN’T GET YOU OUT OF MY HEAD
One of the worst feelings in the world
is knowing that that special someone
is still in your heart;; but you`re not in theirs
i had often fantasized about running into my ex and his wife. but in those fantasies, i was running over them with a truck.
stay close enough to have fun yet far enough
not to get hurt and when you start to fall for him again just remeber
the crack on your heart was left from him
. I will hide my broken heart beneath a laughing
face. And though you'll think I never cared, no one else
can take your place
It’s funny because when you do something right, no one
remembers. But when you do something wrong, no one forgets.
He held my hand, and I held his. His girlfriend saw, and she got pissed.
How could I have been so stupid
to believe love would come to my door
I waited it came, but now its gone
and I’m alone, just wanting more.
So fuck you and your untouchable face and fuck you
For existing in the first place. And who am I, that I
Should be vying for your touch? Who am I? I bet you
Can't even tell me that much.
after all -- people die, computers crash. all we can do is breathe and reboot.
if I don't stop shopping, I'll end up a bag lady; a Fendi bag lady, but a bag lady.....
when the right person comes along .. sometimes
you don`t know until its too late -Summerland
"Why do you say you love me... when I saw you and her kissing last night?"
Is she the reason you dont call me like you used to?
Fall through my hood like you used to - Or put it on me hard like you
used to do... I fell in my mind whats going on - but my heart wont let
me go until I know...
Never forget what they did to you,
but never let them know you remember
Out of 2000 people in the school, I was only avoiding
one...that one I saw as I turned the corner.. yeah, fate
really does work in some fucked up ways sometimes.
your the something in my life i wish i'd never met -
because you're the someone i want &&
----the something i c a n ' t g e t
Because when I talk .. He listens.
he’s my drug and yes, I’m addicted.
i bite my tongue everytime you're around.
Because bloode in my mouth is better
Than tears on the ground.
the past is annoying, showing up in everybody's
words, every song you hear, every block you walk; but you never want to
get rid of it because of one point, it was where you wanted to be.
No one sees my silent tears
No one hears my secret fears
I cry alone , & nobody hears
Dear mom,
Have you ever noticed the way I’ve been shaking lately? The three knives missing from the kitchen? The pins & needles gone from your drawer? How I never come downstairs anymore? The look in my eyes? The sound of my voice? It's completely different. Have you noticed the long sleeves & sweatshirts everyday? The arm warmers? The band aids? The blood? Huh? Have you? No? Well I didn't think so..
it`s Halloween all year here
people dressing up to be somebody
they’re not.
iF Y0UR N0T WiLLiNG T0 S0UND STUPiD THEN Y0U D0NT DESERVE T0 BE iN L0VE.
As we grow up, we learn that even the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let you down, probably will. You will have your heart broken, probably more than once, and it's harder every time. You'll break hearts too, so remember how it felt when yours was broken. You'll blame a new love for things an old one did. You'll cry because time is passing so fast... So. Take too many pictures ;; laugh too hard ;; and love like you've never been hurt because every minute you spend mad or upset is a minute of happiness that you'll never get back.
i admit it’s tempting to wish for the perfect boss; the perfect parent; or the perfect outfit. but maybe the best any of us can do is not quit, play the hand we’ve been dealt, and accessorize what we’ve got.
i want to cry, really i do. But i guess i just don’t want to give you the satisfaction of knowing that you hurt me
You know it's changing and it's breaking your heart. There's nothing you can do, except watch it fall apart.
when a girl is not talking & staring into space that is when you can see deep in her eyes exactly what she is thinking..
It's hard enough when the one
you love doesnt love you back
but it is even harder to watch
him love someone else.
i'm a trisexual. i'll try anything once.
»Your such a loser...
»but your my loser
THE FIRST TIME YOU FALL IN LOVE IS CHANGES YOUR LIFE FOREVER & NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY THE FEELING NEVER GOES AWAY.
I dont want to fuck you, I dont want to touch, I just want to fill you with Regret
If you dress nicely, he says you’re a snob. If you dress sexy, he says you’re a slut. If you argue with him, he says you’re stubborn. If you’re quiet, he says you’re stupid. If you call him, he says you’re needy && clingy. If he calls you, he says you should be grateful. If you don’t love him, he’ll try to win you. If you love him, he’ll leave you. If you don’t fuxk him, he’ll say you don’t love him. If you do, he’ll say you’re easy. If you tell him your problems, he’ll say you’re irritating. If you don’t, he’ll say you don’t trusts him. if you lecture him, he’ll say you’re bitchy. If he lectures you, it’s because he "cares". If you break a promise, you can’t be trusted. If he breaks it, he had to. if you cheat, he’ll expect it to be over. If he cheats, he expects to be given another chance either way ..
just because her eyes dont tear doesnt
mean that her heart doesnt cry and just because she comes off strong
doesnt mean theres nothing wrong
Tell me, have you ever Been in a
situation where The best thing you could Do was the hardest thing
You’ve ever done but you Try to do what’s right
unconditional love -- love without a limit
Always give a friend a safe place to cry but never a reason to.
a picture’s worth a thousand words,
but not worth the words i need to hear.
If looks could kill youd be a murderer or maybe just a whore
The new girl saw you in the hall today.. She asked if I knew who you were.. I thought about all of our memories.. & I looked at her and said no not anymore..
i live where the kids get high and the grades get low.if you got a secret here, everyone knows
Only now did she notice how terrible he looked:: unshaved. wrinkled shirt. bloodshot eyes with dark circles under them. And that son of a bitch was still GORGE0US.. && did he have to be so damn cute while she was trying to hate him? ..
don’t hold this against me,
i’ve already said i’m sorry.
VENi VEDi VELCR0 - I came, I saw, I stuck around.
don't talk to me, don't look at me
no we can't be friends
this little game you've got has to end
you can't flirt with me like it's nothing
because you're breaking a heart
my entire world is falling apart
go your own way and i'll go mine
i'm gonna get over you, just give me a little
why does tonight have to end? why don’t we
hit restart, and pause it at our favorite parts.
THERE WAS A TIME IN MY LIFE WHEN PEOPLE’S COMMENTS AND THEIR OVERALL OPINION ABOUT ME ACTUALLY MADE A DIFFERENCE.. I KNOW NOW THAT HALF THE WORLD DOESN’T LIKE ME. BUT I REALLY DON’T CARE
A lot of people walk in & out of my life but you’re the only one I ever really wanted to stick around
no fashion is ever a success unless it is used
as a form of [ seduction ] -- CHRiSTiAN DiOR
Tank tops flip flops ice cream sweet dreams
late night pillow fights - sun tan game plan
light hair no one cares feet in sand
lemonade in hand -- Summer 05
I once had a guy, or should I say, he once had me…
Please don't compare me,
it's just a way of making me
feel more horrible about myself..
The Closest I've Ever Been To Death Is Laughing
Till I Can't Breathe With My Best Friends
I wonder if she makes him laugh the way he used to laugh with me. I hope she doesn't make him smile because his smile belongs to me.
I’ll give you enough time to regain your composure to reconstruct a heart that’s torn apart from over-exposure
i'm just a raggedy ann girl
living in this barbie world
it's every girls dream to
have a guy call her at 3 am just to say
"Hey babe, just wanted to tell you i love you"
we may not have it all together,
but together we have it all.
You know for something youve been holding
onto for so long--you're pretty quick to let it go..
sex on television can't hurt you unless you fall off.
i saw him first. i knew him first. i liked him first. i loved him first. and i told
you all of this. you told me i was dumb and that he was ugly. but then,
something happened and he asked you out. you said YES, even though
you knew i loved him. .. and you’re supposed to be my best friend?
life is made up of years that mean nothing
and moments that mean it all
T0 HURT Y0U .. Y0U'RE THE 0NLY
G00D THiNG i HAVE BUT i HAD T0
MESS iT UP .. B/C iF MY LiFE WASN'T
A MESS.. WELL, iT W0ULDN'T BE MiNE.
condoms aren't completely safe. A friend of mine was wearing one and got hit by a bus.
Just sittin on the bed, waiting for your call, every time it rings, I wish it were you...<3
Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place,
suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace,
suddenly my life doesn't seem such a waste,
it all revolves around you.
--» moulin rouge
&& she sat .. she sat for hours wondering what she had done,
to deserve any of this pain that she was feeling. wondering what she
had done to make him go away. wondering what she had done to
make him break her heart in two. && as she started to cry, she
began asking herself why she ever said "i love you..
i can`t talk to you anymore. it`s not that i`m mad at you. it`s just that when i talk to you i realize how much i love you. and when i realize how much i love you i realize i can`t have you. and that just makes me love you even more
Sometimes we need to stop analyzing the past,
stop planning the future, stop figuring out precisly
how we'feel, stop deciding with our minds exactly
what we want our hearts to feel, sometimes we
just have to go with the flow and just enjoy life.
She stands before the mirror looking into the glass
The makeup she wears… hides the secrets of the past
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