sometimes people just make sense together-

i know you are the one, no matter who i meet or where i look, we were made for each other...if that is possible at all. i wish you were here so i could say that to your face.

if i had it my way, there would be no money. no grades. no ideas. no type A personalities, type B personalities. no sadness. no fat. no skinny. no pretty. no ugly. no yes' that mean no. or no's that mean yes. no confusion. just kisses and honesty and only ever searching for happiness...not the right answers. just a smile. just a genuinely pure

what is time what is a minute ( Read more... )

i feel like this is just going to spill out of me; yet, i am hesitant in sounding repititive, boring, naive, foolish, wrong. i am so afraid that you will come back different, that i will come back different, that time will change things. but, as of now, i have this feeling that i know has been hiding inside of me forever, never recognizable; i ( Read more... )

my heart is aching- reminding myself that i have to take care of myself; i can not expect anyone to actually care...because, most likely, ill fuck it up. and they will leave me behind.

everything always adds up...and i always want something i do not have.

i dont want out. I DONT WANT OUT.

i have to make declarations, i have decided, for anyone to ever hear anything im saying. DECLARATIONS.

i remember once, when i hadnt been sleeping, that i thought missing someone would make my heart strike oil and end the war. i pictured my head exploding off, black spraying everywhere, even dripping from my finger tips.

i think the world is just better when i dont dream at all.

its september and i am standing in a cloud, shouting for you to stop looking up at me from the ground- i am gone, you are gone, this is over. and i moved away to run away from the feeling that you will not think of me, you will not miss me- i moved away to forget the fact that i hurt you, to forget the times we laid in my bed without saying a word ( Read more... )

i am so done with not being good enough.

for some reason i have this terrifying fear that everyone will be really mean when i go away to college. i have this image of the world being a large shark with sharp teeth and angry eyes and im walking into its mouth, holding some books close to me and a backpack on.

i guess this is one of those "chances" dumb quotes always refer to.