We are on the rock, Wendy," he said, "but it is growing smaller. Soon the water will be over it."
She did not understand even now.

"We must go," she said, almost brightly.

"Yes," he answered faintly.

"Shall we swim or fly, Peter?"

He had to tell her.

"Do you think you could swim or fly as far as the island, Wendy, without my help?"

She had to ( Read more... )

I’m not like other girls. Not the ones you know. Not the ones you have been around so long, that you’ve been programmed to receive, that you thought was the only type of girl left in the world.  And it has taken you two years to realize that I’m not lying to you when I tell you that I’m not like them.

I have a brain. And more than half of one, ( Read more... )

it's not that i can't live without you
it's just that i don't even want to try

today i am sad.

sometimes when sailors are sailing
they think twice about where they're anchoring
and i think i could make better use of my time on land
i'll drink less, cuz Lord knows i could use a warm kiss instead of a cold goodbye
i'm writing the folks back home to tell them
"hey, i'm doing alright"

it's a shame what your father did to your brother's head
he smashed ( Read more... )

isn't it funny how we trust people not to hurt us.

and they do anyway?

why is my life still defined by you? every single thing i do is subconsciously about you. happy three years, baby. i wish i could get them back.

there's no other words to describe it but these:
"I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. ( Read more... )

i have to tell you something:

i still know which stars are ours.

    "Every girl deserves a story. One story that's juicy, dramatic, and--for good or bad--life changing.  One story that takes up 25 pages in her journal and in a sense defines her. Like she's better for having gone through the experiences of that story.
    "Some never have a story. Some: the stories never end. But everyone should have one. Two ( Read more... )

My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me.
So won't you kill me? So I die happy...
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
or break, or bury, or wear as jewelry.
Whichever you prefer.

i got a crush
=) let's see how this goes.