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I like you. There’s something about you that just draws me in and keeps me interested. I want to hear about your day, the things you did, what you like, what you don’t like, anything. I just love to listen to you talk, your voice, the sound I love falling asleep to and waking up to. Our endless late night phone calls, falling asleep together, denying the fact that we’re tired even though we both know that right when we close our eyes we’ll drift off into slumber. Being on the phone with each other through the silent moments, while we’re sleeping, or just doing whatever still not wanting to hang up. I like that feeling, being able to keep each other in constant company no matter what time it is or where we are, even if we’re miles apart. Texting, calling, IMing, webcamming and all of the things we do to keep in touch even with such distance. I like the way you’re able to make me happy, give me butterflies and is constantly on my mind. Usually it drives me nuts, but I don’t mind. I like…
Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody?
You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy.
But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either.
There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand.
If you could want anythng in the world, it would be to be alone.
People have stopped being comforting and being along never was.
At least when you're alone, no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer.
You feel the way you do just because.
You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.
Love isn't him calming you down when you yell. It's him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn't him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It's after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It's not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It's not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved. You've unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person's hands and said, "Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, or forget I ever handed it you,"
Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you're a good person and a good friend. What's meant to be will end up good and what isn't, won't. Relationships are worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you must just move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don't lose something real. Always fight until you can't anymore and then be fought for.
I was on the bus today to get ready to pick up the girlfriend from the hospital. Then I noticed a man that sat right across from me. As the buses made its stops. The bus started to fill up more and more until it was really full. But even through the crowd, I could see that no one wanted to sit with him. Was it that he looked weird? Was it that his arms were slanted weirdly? Was it that his eyes were different? I look as no one had sat beside him when there were clearly two spots beside him. So I got up literally pushed aside people to sit right next to him and sit there while I listened to my IPod. Something about him made me realize that the more different you are, the more you get judged, the more you get these weird looks. Being on that bus alone made me realize, it takes one person to make someones day. I felt his smile when I got off the bus. I loved the fact that I could do that to just one person. He’s handicap. So what. He ain’t perfect, and none of yall can judge him. Cause s…
There's a point in your life when you know who stays forever, and who's just around for a while. eople change, but so do you. Sometimes for the best, and sometimes for the worst. Bad things happen to everyone, you're not in it alone. People lie, and some people just don't care about how you feel. Your heart beats, no matter how much pain you're in. Everything will be okay eventually. There are always people in your life that just make you day, no matter the miles. I know about distance, I've been dealing with it all my life, don't tell me it's easy, because it's not. But it's worth it. I'd rather keep in touch with the people I love than just drop it and forget about it. You don't forget the ones you love. It doesn't work like that.
What's worse than wanting something you can't have? It's not knowing what you want. Wishing on all the stars in the sky for the answers to your questions, for something to believe in; someone to hold. Having absolutely no control over yourself, being caught up in a place you wish you were miles away from. Being stuck somewhere between the past and the future. Stuck in yesterdays and tomorrows, so far from home, far from everything you know and love. The uncertainty could ust about tear you to bits.
You gradually get over the pain. It doesn't go way, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up, and he's not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line, you realize you've made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occasionally. You manage to do this because you don't see them, you don't hear about them, and you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name and the memories come flooding back. But memories become less painful in time.
I don't know if I love you more than you love me, I don't know if I love you less than you love me and I don't know if we love each other just the same. And I guess we'll never know because there will never be an objective measure of love. But what I know is that I love you with all that I have and if that's not enough then I'm sorry my love and heart isn't enough, I'm not enough for you.
" That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and your realize that that person is the only person you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that it will go away all at the same time. "
That awesome moment when you're watching royal wedding where everything seems so serious and then Prince Harry walks in...
You're really amazing, and one day, maybe very soon, you will find someone who really means the world to you and you will fall in love with them, and he will love you to bits. He won't find anyone else like you if he could search the world forever and ever. You will find someone who won't want to leave your side. He might not be in your life yet: he might have walked past you today, he might have walked outside your house a few hours ago, but one day, he'll be yours and only yours forever and ever.
When your bestfriend comes crying to you saying someone broke their heart Im like....
A playful relationship.This is what I want. Someone I can mess around with. It doesn’t have to be sweet 24/7 with me. I need someone who knows how to laugh. At me. As well as themself. Where we make fun of each other as much as we love each other. I won’t mind because I’ll know that as much as we joke around, saying that we hate one another, we only do it because we mean that much to each other. And we know that. For some reason, that makes everything else we do okay.
things i love:
that feeling i get after i laugh so hard i can't breathesnugglingsitting on the beach after darkblasting music with the windows down on warm dayssinging along badlymaking random animal noisestalking to pets like they understandendorphinshugging peopl taller than mestaying up too late to talk to my friendswhen my bed is the most comfy place in the worls and i don't have to leaveinside jokes that makes no sensepop culture referencesmask potatoesmaking fun of horrible moviesbeautiful iTunes shuffle mixesnicknamesdisney moviesgorgeous mobie soundtracksmaking listsyou


Days before her wedding to Prince George (Matthew Goode), heir to the throne of England, Sarah Hightower (Keira Knightley) has cold feet. She doesn’t want to be a princess, and she certainly doesn’t want to be queen. With hours to go before the big moment, she hatches the high-stakes escape attempt of a lifetime, and manages to thwart the emergency contingency plan designed to keep her from leaving the future king at the altar. Now Prince George — as well as two booze-soaked, hysterically inept Knights of the Bath (Simon Pegg and Nick Frost) — is on a quest to win her back. But how do you rescue a princess who doesn’t want to be saved? » written by Liz
This is Joe the Bunny. He & his brother were found on easter, abandoned by their mother. It was discovered that Joe was born a paraplegic. The family who took them in had a son who grew attached to the bunny and thus designed a little bunny wheelchair so that Joe could get around. This was the result.

Remember when you were little..

And you were at Wal-Mart with your mom or some shit, and you see this amazing ass toy and so you grab it, and run straight to your mom all happy and shit. Mom… Can you buy me this?”But then your Mom says:“NOOOO…Nononononnooppeee.”And crushes your dream of being that kid with the coolest toy in school or neighborhood.
Sometimes, even those closest to you drift away. It could be for many reasons, but usually because for the time being they've found someone else, someone else to confide in, someone else to spend time with, someone else to be there for them, even though you still are. Sometimes, you just have to let them go, even though it hurts you, you have to let them do what they want to do. It may be tough but no matter how hard it gets, always stay there for them, and hopefully they'll come back in the end. But then you realize, they never do come back. Even if they do, it will never be like it was. No matter how hard you try, it won't feel the same. They just don't care like they used to, no matter how much you care or love them. They just won't.
At some point you will realize that you have done too much fro someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It's not like you're giving up, and shouldn't try. It's just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours would eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.
"you're mine forever."
The most selfish yet sweetest line someone can ever tell you.

Basically, I wish that you loved me. I wish that you needed me. I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three. I wish that without me your heart would break. I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake. I wish that without me you couldn't eat. I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep.
I wish I could put all my thoughts in a jar. I think too much. Thinking too much causes me to over-think and analyze things I don't want to deal with. It gets too much for me to handle and I panic. I shut myself down and go to war with myself. I'm tired. I'm sick. I'm tired of being sick. I'm sick of being tired. I'm sick of feeling sad. Sick of wanting things and people I can't have. I don't like who I am, but I have to live with it. I don't know what I'm doing. I want to be at peace with myself for once. To be happy and think about things that doesn't send me over the edge.
We are the kids from the 90's. We were born before, during or right after the explosion of Brit Pop. We watched Disney films, not Disney channel. It was Sabrina the Teenage Witch not Wizards of Waverly Palace. We like The Nightmare Before Christmas as kid before all the elmo crap started. We are the Harry Potter generation. It was Interview with the Vampire before Twilight. We could be the last creatures on earth to have our birth year start with the number one.
Depression is not an act. Eating disorders aren’t simply adolescent phases. Suicide isn’t an escape route for cowards. Homosexuality isn’t a disease. Self-Harming is not a cry for attention. Stop acting like you know everything. Truth is, You don’t know shit.


It seems like when you want someone, they don't want you. And when someone wants you, you don't want them. And when you both want each other, something has to come around and mess it up.
Right now, at this very moment, all I want to do is sit across from you and talk about life and when we run out of topics, we could just hold hands because that would be enough. But you’re not here and we can’t talk face to face because miles separate us. Well I can smell these flowers you sent, or look at pictures from before, but I can’t wrap my arms around a moment in time. So I sit and think of what we will do when I finally see you again. All I really want to do is enjoy each others company and maybe watch a movie or two about falling in love and growing old together. And maybe you and I could fall in love and grow old together, too and I want to take a lifetime to memorize your face.

10 Skills Every Guy Should Know.

Guys are expert in NOTHING, but we must be practiced in many things.SKILLS! We don’t have to master them all at once. We simply have to collect and develop a certain number of skills as days tick by. We Should Be Able To:1. Throw a Punch – Knowing how to throw a good punch when the situations calls for it wouldn’t mark our reputation. Rule of thumb: Swing with your shoulders, not your arm. Forget about a roundhouse punch or haymaker, we’re not Manny Pacquiao. If you can strike hard enough using the heel of your palm, go with it. It serves the same purpose. 2. Name a good book – Twilight doesn’t count. Sorry.3. Commute – Learn how to commute. There’s nothing sexier to a woman than having a man on her side with a good sense of direction. Trust me.4. Shuffle a deck of cards – Come on! Don’t even try to play cards with a girl and ask her to shuffle it for you. It doesn’t work. Practice how to do it now!5. Speak to an 8 year-old – Use his first name. Don’t use baby talk. Don’t crank up your…
YOUR CRUSH[text] :heyyYOU[thinking]: OH MY GOD. he just texted me. I wonder what he wants. maybe he just wants to talk. maybe he's mad at me, i mean all he said was hey, I should just answer him. I don't want to keep him waiting, well maybe I'll wait another 3 minutes so he thinks I'm busy. No, that's too obvious. could this mean he's into me? or is he just bored? either way is fine, I mean I don't care if he likes me back. Who said that I even like him? I'm just gonna text him back now. Should I reply hi or hey? or hey with three y's? no that's stupid. 2 y's works. he won't know f I did it on purpose or if it was just accidental. okay. I got this. Breathe in; breathe out. YOU[text]: heyy

This is how the rain looks like when you're up there.

Get over him. He's not even worth it. He's not worth your time or your tears. Yeah you loved him, I know that. And I know you just can't see yourself with anyone other than him, I get that. I've been there. But why should you spend all your time sitting at home, bawling your eyes out and wondering where he is and who he is with. Do you honestly think he's thinking about you? No. Sure it hurts, the fact that he is out there falling in and out of love with other girls.
Yeah you're gonna see him with one of his new girlfriends. Prepare yourself, cause straight up, it's gonna hurt. He will hold her a little closer and squeeze her hand a little tighter just because he knows you're watching. He knows it's killing you; that's why he will do it. Don't let him get to you because that, well that's exactly what he wants. Don't give him what he wants. He doesn't even deserve it. So what if he doesn't talk to you? Do you honestly wanna be…
I want to wake up next to you, eat with you, get changed with you, play computer games with you, watch movies with you in bed, hold your hands and watch tv, send you cute texts, buy you gifts, nap together, wear your comfy hoody when I'm cold, look into your eyes, be with you at sunrise and sunset, cook for you, walk in the rain with you, fall asleep whilst on the phone to you, snuggle in bed, mess up your hair, kiss you goodnight.

minfu- #2

a marble being thrown through a bubble
It's strange, falling in love.
It happens in a gradual sort of way, in an almost unnoticeable fashion.
One day, you just start looking at a person differently, through new eyes.
You notice quirks you didn't see before. Your mood improves when he enters the room. You catch yourself smiling at little, mundane things he does that never captured your attention before. You heart beat changes depending on how close he is to you. You find yourself thinking about him far too much.
And eventually, a cataclysm occurs and suddenly you realize all these things and before you know it, you're hopelessly in love and you don't know what to do with yourself.
not mad. just jealous.
Jealousy [je-los-si] -adj is a secondary emotion and typically refers to the negative thoughts and feelings of insecurity, fear, and anxiety over an anticipated loss of something that the person values, particularly in reference to a human connection.

What's with the 11 year olds now?
wearing tops so low so it shows your "cleavage". buying monster energy drink or rockstar drinks just to look cool and did you know you guys can O.D from those? yeah you didn't. playing black ops so you think guys think you're cool. writing "oh I'm those tomboy-ish girls and I don't like girly girls, wannabes and whatever" on your facebook/tumblr/formspring/etc. about-me. just a big fat LOL to you girls. eff off seriously. just eff off. saying "fuck you" and throwing middle fingers in the air thinking the world revolves around you. it's just plain hilarious. wearing so much make up you look worse than a drag queen. writing on your facebook status "omaigawdzz, im sooo drunkzzz, txt me" when you only had the foamy part of the drink or "ohmaigawdzzz im single, inbox miee and meet mieee @ mai houz" and updating your facebook status every 15 seconds. bitch gtfo, it's not twitter. m…
The best part about being in a relationship:
It’s knowing that you can turn to someone whenever you need them. It’s having someone to sleep next to, to hug and to kiss when your days seem bleak. Just those things alone can brighten up your day. It’s knowing that someone loves you back. It’s getting a call or text in the morning saying,“Good morning babe x”. It’s knowing that someone accepts you for who you are. It’s when you sleep over each other’s houses but you don’t do anything besides watching movies or playing video games. Then after you get to wake up while they’re still asleep. It’s looking at them and then remembering how lucky you are to have someone like them in your life. Those are the best parts.
a guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soulmate, 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 eight dollars to see it. he'll call to say goodnight or just because 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.
She yells because she cares. She cries because she's frustrated. She smiles out of no where because she's thinking of you, even if you'r already there. SHe scrunches her face because she's about to explode. She hits you because she wants to touch you. She stares at you because she's infatuated. She calls you every half hour because she misses you. She lectures you because she's boss, not mom. She kisses you because hse just wants to. She asks you questions because she's curious, not to be annoying. She wants to know where are you are to be with you. She calls just to hear your voice. She walks beside you to hold your hand. She sits close to you to lean on your shoulder. She stand in front of you because she wants a hug.
Truth is, that girl loves you.
I love that he knows me. I love his facial expressions. I love the way he says my name. I love the way he wants to tell me things. I love his smile. I love his laugh. I love that we have the same sense of humour. I love that we're on the same wavelength. I love how he leaves me messages to wake up to and send me goodnight messages before he sleeps. I love the friendly flirting. I love our conversations. I love that he leaves me unexpected "I love you" messages. I love that he cares. I love that he is never awkward around me. I love how he smells and how it lingers on my clothes. I love his hugs and how they're warm and safe. I love that he makes me a happier and better person. I love that he lets me rest on his shoulders. I love how I can tell him secrets and dirty jokes. I love the cheesy nicknames he call me. I love how he loves his little brother. I love how he pinky promises me. I love the way his eyes light up when he laughs. I love that he tries his best to sta…
I over-think everything.
From how long it takes you to text back, to what the song lyrics in your status mean to you. It worries me how much I like you. It worries me that you don't like me as much as I like you. I'm losing my appetite and losing sleep. I stay up all night thinking of the perfect scenarios. You make me happier than I ever thought I could be. And also more scared than I ever thought I could be.
Could you maybe just hold my hand and tell me everything is forever?
Turn on.
I love guys who take pride in their appearance, are independent, caring, nice, and loving. It’s so hot when a guy knows to dress himself because no girl wants to date a guy with pants past his knees. And it’s the biggest bonus when they have a fohawk. When he’s able to make his own money and isn’t so dependent on his parents makes him seem mature because I despise immature and bratty guys. But to tie it all up, guys who know how to treat girls now that’s a must.
Sing to me. I don’t care whether your voice is hard to hear or outstanding. Just sing to me, I’ll listen. Your voice is my melody, & every time I hear a beat my heart skips to another rate. If you can’t express by telling me how you feel, then turn words into music. Drop words, let music speak. You don’t have to have a perfect voice, you don’t have to try your best to impress me by buying me tons of stuff or even take me out to a fancy dinner. All I need is your voice, your heart, & your undivided attention. Make me feel as if I’m living a dream, hearing your voice, feeling your melody, hearing all the words put into a song coming from your heart. That’s what I call music

Society's standards are fucked. If you're reserved and quiet, you're emo. If you're open and expressive, you're attention hungry. If you're a virgin by 16, you're doing something wrong. If you lose it by 16, you're a whore. If you don't compliment yourself, you're begging for compliments. If you do compliment yourself, you're full of yourself. If you're unique, you're weird. If you're "normal", you're boring. It's hard to find yourself in a world so centered around perfection, when in reality imperfection is what defines us.
When someone tells you you're too old for cuddly toys.
then you'll go like:
" Being a teenager is vastly overrated. We all make mistakes, we are stubborn and we couldn't give two shits what our parents think. We hate school, we cause shit, we fight, we love, we cry, we give up on believing in a higher power. We're all fucked up and that's the truth, we all come from dysfunctional families, because no family is perfect; we say things we don't mean, we yell, we scream, we get broken hearts, we get drunk, we have sex. Grades don't mean a thing anymore, we live on quotes and music that describe our lives and most importantly we are tired. We are tired of waking up each morning and having to go to school where we see the people we hate or the people we love, we get tired of waiting for the text message that's not going to come and we get tired of pretending we're fine."
"Hey.""Yes." "Are you still mad at me?" "No." "Are you sure?" "I was never mad at you." "What were you?"