Showing posts from January, 2012

"Not to spoil the ending for you, but everything is gonna be okay."

Sometimes it hurts. It hurts so much that you feel like your chest will cave in and the only thing stopping it are the gasps of air you take in between the tears.

"what's the worst thing that could happen from cutting yourself?"

one day, your child is going to look at you and see your scars.
and they might think it's okay to do it themselves.

Out of 6, 972, 848, 504 people.

I still choose you. Every. Single. Time.
If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together, there is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you.
I got to the point that I should leave you alone, but we both know that I'm not that strong, and I miss the lips that made me fly.
"I will marry you, even if I will have to drag you down the fucking aisle with you kicing and screaming. I will marry you."

"I couldn't even begin to explain to you how good it feels to look up across a room and see you standing there."

Guys complain that girls get jealous everytime.

Want to know why?

It's because we care. Cause we give a damn. Cause we give a flying fuck.
Because if we didn't, we wouldn't get jealous. We wouldn't care what you're doing, where you're going, or who you're with.

They say we get jealous, when we see you with other girls or ex-girlfriends. Well obviously. You would too, if we hung out with every single guy, or go out with our ex-boyfriends. But we don't. that's the reason why you don't get jealous. And also because, we think about what you would feel before doing stupid ass things like that.
if you like me, then you're doing a terrible job at showing it.

if you don't like me, then you're also doing a terrible job at showing it.

pick one, you fuck.

Just because you get the girl, doesn't mean you can stop trying.

You still have to try, put in the effort to keep the girl.

Doesn't mean just you get the girl, you can stop putting in the effort. It doesn't mean just cause you get the girl, you've crossed some kind of finish line that states that she will never get tired of you not giving a flying fuck, and that she will not leave.Trust me, she will.

Treat her right, put in the effort to keep her, be there for her, love her genuinely. Or by all means, I swear to God, someone else will.
I'm so sick of all these stupid relationships all around me. They go a day without seeing each other and they "miss each other so badly." No. you don't know what missing someone feels like. Missing someone is when you hang on to every single word they say, because words are all you have to hang on to. When you can't see the computer screen with their face on it because your tears are making everything blurry. When all day, all you're looking forward to is their voice on the phone at night. When you're trying to go to sleep but you can't because your pillow is drenched in tears. When you would give anything, and I do mean anything, just to feel their arms around you for one minute. THAT is what missing someone feels like.
So this is the end, I guess. Not sure for how long, but it is the end.

Cause I'm tired. Of everything. Tired of me being the only one putting in an effort. You don't know how suckky it feels to be that person. I know I'm always the one who loves more; cause that's my thing. But still, it doesn't mean you can just put me aside knowing that I'll still be there when you need me and understand your apologies and all.

I've told you over and over, that I just need you to try, even if it isn't picture perfect, just put in an effort. I've been saying "it's okay" for way too long when obviously it isn't, making myself feel better by making up excuses for you, thinking to myself "oh he didn't reply cause he's busy."

Well, I've learned that when you love someone, you put their needs before your own, no matter how inconvenient, inconceivable, ridiculous it is. Every time, I'll send you like four to five messages, then…
Things break all the time. Glass, and dishes, and fingernails. Cars and contracts and potato chips. You can break a record, a horse, a dollar. You can break the ice. There are coffee breaks and lunch breaks and prison breaks. Day breaks, waves break, voices break. Chains can be broeken. So can silence, and fever.

Promises break.
People break.
Hearts break.
A donor heart beating in a mechanical system which keeps it warm, oxygenated, with nutrient enriched blood pumping through.
The couples that are meant to be are the ones who go through everything that is designed t tear them apart and come out even stronger than they were before. They don't give up on each other or their relationship when they go through hard times, even if it's the easy thing to do.

Januay 22, 2012

If it's worth it, keep fighting for it. You know it's worth sticking around when that one erson deals with all the crap no matter what the case is. Even when everything is going downhill that one person sticks by your side and reassures you that they're not going anywhere anytime soon. The one who would stick up for you even when you're not around. That's the one worth keeping. That's the one worth fighting for. That's the one you wouldn't wanna lose.

Love is love. No matter what.

Unless it's mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it's a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. And love should not be one of them.

-Dreams for an insomniac.

"People were created to be loved, things were created to be used. The reason the world is in chaos is because things are being loved and people are being used."

I have an idea.
Let's climb onto the roof, just us.
Bring blankets.
We'll lie together and look at the stars.
And wishper and laugh ang kiss.
And forget the world we left on the ground.
Why did you fall for the person you fell for? Was it because they held your hands when you cried, or because they kissed you, or cuddled with you to make you feel warm and safe? That's not feelings. That's physical protection that we all want from that special someone. Human beings grow a connection for another person over their personality and maybe even have a bit of attraction to their appearance, which a webcam or picture can always provide for you.

              So, then why does everyone say that long distance relationships can't work out because the physical connection just isn't here? Physical connection can always wait. You grow trust in a long distance relationship and learn to be honest with one another. The only reason why a long distance relationship could not work out is because you do not want it to. You have to be willing and control yourself to not want that physical connection with anyone around you, but really want that emotional conne…
Be confident. Too many days are wasted comparing ourselves to others and wishing to be something we aren't. Everybody has their own strengths and weaknesses, and it is only when you accept everything you are; and aren't, that you will truly succeed.
Everything I tried to put back together. Everything I tried to build back up. Al of it begins to break apart.
Just like that.
It cracks and it fall and it shreds into a million fucking pieces and when I open my eyes, it's just me.
The light we see from the moon when we look at it a night left its surface just over a second ago; the light we see form the sun left its surface just over eight minutes ago. Some of the stars that make up the constellations we see in the night sky are hundreds of light years away, which mean the light we see left them centuries ago. It's astonishing cause every time you look up at the night ksy, you are gazing back through time.

Dr. Griffin.
"Please don't do anything to yourself." She said. And then I felt it. Fresh tears were coming down my back. Her tears. She never cried, but when she did, you knew it was bad.

"I'm trying not to," I answered, as the window and everything around me became as blurry as my future. She hugged me so tight that I couldn't breathe anymore.

And for a second, I was okay.
"Sometimes you just gotta be your own hero and save your own little heart. Because sometimes, the people you can't imagine living without, can actually live without."

The robber bride

Maybe, underneath, she loves him too much.Maybe it's her excessive loveThat pushes him away.
Margaret Atwood

The unbearable lightness of being

Tomas did not realize at the time that metaphors are dangerous. Metaphors are not to be trifled with. A single metaphor can give birth to love.
Milan Kundera
You're so busy trying to be what everyone else wants you to be that you don't even know who you are. So why don't you do yourself a favor.

Stop thinking what your parents want. Stop thinking what your friends want. Stop thinking what the guy you love wants. Stop thinking what everyone else in this god forsaken place wants. And for once, think about what you want.

Rick Genest


January 16, 2012

I am definitely, absolutely, positively, unquestionably, no strings attached, beyond any doubt, unconditionally, in love with you.
So many relationships break up because the other person thought they could "change the person." If he is so right for you, you will love each other, regardless of what, and he will not try to alter you by any means.This means you'll be faithful to each other and can trust one another. It also means you'll be best friends, and will be able to tell each other anything and support each other through the good, bad and ugly. Some people settle down with a partner they don't love in order to be happy, or because their partner offers them the type of lifestyle that they want. Love and happiness are all amazing, but all are well worth waiting for.
Last year I wished I was dead. And  they all clapped. Without knowing.
"There's too much to escape from."
"And no where to escape to."
Everyone says love hurts. When actually, love doesn't hurt. love didn't leave you for some other girl, it didn't cheat on you, nor did it break your heart. So stop blaming love for once and start blaming the asshole or bitch that treated you like shit and gave you up.You deserve someone better than them. You're better than them. After all, you aren't the one that fucked up.
So here I am. Apologizing in advance. Before you even know what's going on. Before you get mad at me.

And I know I promise I wouldn't do it. But I swear it was an act of impulse. You might not get why I do it. You might find it weird and disgusting, but that's okay. I'm used to those reactions.

Michael Jackson

“Michael is quite amazing to me because he’s working with these people that have made a living of this, I mean have studied this for a greater portion of their lives. And he’ll walk into the studio and purely on rhythm, I mean I will only give him a rhythm of a step.. And he does it! You know, and it really just.. it’s fascinating! Because here are these people, you know, who have spent x amount of thousands of dollars training, studying to be dancers for all their lives. And here are this kid who walks into the room, and you say‘this is the beat - dat dara dara!’ And he does it! And it’s really wonderful to watch because it’s a unique gift that he has. He’s a dancer in his soul” - Michael Peters (choreographer for ‘thriller’)
"Sticking to it," said the glue.
"Being bright," said the lamp.
"Being on time," said the clock.
"Saving a drop," said the faucet.
"Learning from it," said the mistake.

"It's ironic how everyone always asks how you are, but they don't ever care to know the answer."

Ask me if I am alright, please, ask if I am okay. Notice my wretched smile, the way my inconsolable grin avoids my eyes, and ask if there is anything that you could do to fulfill its intentions. Bring your face closer, your mouth barely an inch away from mine, and reach down for my freezing hands. Let me grasp at your fingers, claiming the stability and comfort that they have to offer, and let me fall into your embrace. Please, ask if you can stay, ask if you can lessen my agony, ask if you can love me.
Victorian tear catchers. They’re usually used by a widowed bride. Upon the day of the funeral, the widow would collect her tears into this small vial, and all the tears she cried in the first year over the loss of her husband, she would capture in this vial she would wear upon her neck. And on the anniversary of his death, she pours the preserved tears atop his gravesite. It’s beautiful, tragic, and prolongs the suffering for ritualistic purposes. However, it’s quite poetic. If I were ever to loose someone close to me, I would do this. 
Do you ever miss being yourself? Don’t you miss the days when you didn’t cry and didn’t worry about things? Don’t you miss being carefree? Ever miss your smile, or the way you would laugh? Ever miss the old you, the person you used to be? What would you do If the guy you secretly love tells you that he has already found that special someone that he wants to spend forever with, but he would be willing to let her go if you would change for him. Would you be brave enough to leave, or would you bear the pain inside and change for him? I’ve seen to many people change who they are to fit someone’s needs, to reach their standards. It’s amazing how many people change for others, but never get anything back in return.
It’s you, it’s always been you. The person you are, is what that person should love you for. You should never change for someone. You can improve who you are, but never change. After you do, all they will want from you is to change again. And as hard as it was to change the first …

Th Wind-up Bird Chronicle

Everybody's born with some different thing at the core of their existence. And that thing, whatever it is, becomes like a heat source that runs each person from the inside. I have one too, of course. Like everybody else. But sometimes it gets out of hand. It swells or shrinks inside me, and it shakes me up. What I'd really like to do is find a way to communicate that feeling to another person. But I can't seem to do it. They just don't get it. Or course, the problem could be that I'm not explaining it very well, but I think it's because they're not listening very well. They pretend to be listening, but they're not, really. So I get worked up sometimes, and I do some crazy things.
Haruki Murakami
Too many girls nowdays hate themselves or think they're not good enough because of the way they look. eople are beautiful no matter what shape, or size, or colour they might be. I know some people will not believe this or take it in but you don't need to look like what the media makes it out to be. Be original, be yourself. Those girls in the magazines, in movies, television shows, billboards and everywhere else that you see them, aren't perfect and you don't need to live up to how they are. Trust me, people of their status say the same thing you say, "I'm not pretty enough." They might portay to be beautiful on the outside, but it's what's inside that matters.

Living up to expectations, trying to meet people's standards, being jealous of other people physical appearance het's you no where. Your beauty on the inside is what should get looked at, it's what shines through that everyone else will notice. I know it's cliche and very ov…

The Weather

Is it our fault?
Did we cause this wreckage by breathing?
All we wanted was a happy life,
and for things to go on as they used to.

Maragret Atwood.
And in the end, everything will be alright. It has to be, cause if it's not alright, then it's definitely not the end. We're so different from each other, and I'm so glad I fell in love with my exact opposite. I, never in a million years, thought I could find someone like you. Well, not here, not now, anyway. But I did.

You annoy me so much, and piss me off on a daily basis, and you ruin my day.
But I want to spend every single irritating minute with you.
And I still love you regardless of anything.
And you would save the day at the last minute.

You're so stupid you know? For not walking out when it was easy. You just had to stay by me no matter how hard I try to push you away. But secretly, I'm so happy cause this time, I've really found someone who will stick by me through thick and thin, be there for me for the good, the bad, and the ugly.

"I love you and no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other.&q…
I will love you. I will love you. I will love you.
What and if are two words as innocent as they are. But put them together and they will have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life.
Letters to Juliet
We're so different. We're hot and cold, fire and water. But that's why this works. You fill in my missing pieces and I complete you. I guess that's why, despite the questions and challenges, I still believe in us and I still believe in this. And as long as we have each other, I think we'll be alright.
You're the only person that ever made me feel anything, like really feel. Even if it wasn't always the best of feelings, you're the only one who could make me smile or tear me down in three seconds flat. You're the only person that can drive me crazy, in both good and bad ways. You're the only person that ever made me feel like I didn't have to try so hard. And I know you're not okay without me either. I hope you know that I love you. I wished you would grab me and hold me tight in your arms and tell me how much you loved me more.
I felt something catch in my throat, a sudden urge of sadness that caught me unaware. It almost managed to take my breath away. That was the thing; you never got used to it. You never got used to the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it's okay, and you think you've accepted it, someone pointsit out to you, and it hits you all over again, and it's just as shocking as the first time.

"My boyfriend is never there for me. He treats me like crap in front of our friends. But I can't leave him."

As obvious as it might sound. Leave him. He doesn't deserve you. Not even one bit. Yu might love him. But love isn't one sided. It has to come from both ways. You deserve to be with someone who makes you happy. Someone who won't complicate your life. Someone who will be there through the good, the bad and the ugly. Someone who will love you unconditionally.
Stop spending time with the wrong people. Stop spending time with the people who suck the happiness out of you. If someone wants you in their life, they'll make room for you. You shouldn't have to fight for a spot. Never, ever stay with the person who continuously overlooks your worth. Remember, it's not the people that stand by your side when you're at your best, but the ones who stand beside you when you're at your worst.

Marilyn monroe

I believe that everything happens for a reason. people can change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you can appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.

People don't know how much other people are hurting. Someone could be standing next to you and not realize that you're just seconds from breaking.

"You've been such an inspiration to me. But in any case, I'm still leaving the world tonight. Thank you for always being there for people. Goodbye. God bless."

Whoever you are, Please, don't kill yourself, okay? Not tonight, not tomorrow either, not ever. I know things can be very tough at times, I understand you, really, I do. But don't kill yourself, please. I beg you, I may not know you in person, but I am sure that you are amazing, in your very own way. You are better than this, better than dead. You're not alone. I promise. I'm here. I understand. I care. So, please, don't kill yourself. It's okay to be scared. I get scared too, everyone does. I'm here aight? You can talk to me. Just stay strong and hang in there. I promise things will get better and you should be alive to see it when it happens. I'm here if you feel alone or anything. Talk to me. Tell me anything. Curse at me. Rant. I don't care. I'll listen to every word. You're not alone. Keep fighting. Stay strong. I know it's hard but just please.

"Regular" marriage and "Gay" marriage is the exact same thing as a bikini and bra. Only one is allowed in public.

Don't leave. Please. Stay. it's nice to be in the dark, right? You can relax a little. No brittle smiles. No air kisses. No sarcasm. Forget the stress. The worry. The petty skirmishes. Life is too short. Too short for cruelty. Close you eyes. And breathe.
A drop in the ocean,
a change in the weather.
I was praying that you and I might end up together.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything. Every single thing I've ever done. I'm just really sorry. For constantly fucking up. For hurting you so bad. I'm sorry.
I don't need someone that sees what's good about me. I need someone that sees the bad, and still wants me.
Honestly, I need you more than ever right now.

And maybe, it's all for the best. But I just don't see any good in this.

You say you don't know what I want right?

Well let me tell you now.
I want you to fight for me. To tell me everything will be okay, even if you can't guarantee it, just tell me it'll be alright. I want you talk things out with me. Not walk away from it. Even if you're not ready, or you don't feel like talking to me. Just talk to me. Talk about the problem. I want the both of us to get through this problem together.

I want you to realize that I'm fucking insecure, and that I'm not like all the other girls you've dated. And if you expected me to be, then I'm sorry. Cause I am probably the furthest thing from them. I want you to realize I'm not always as confident as I look. I want you to notice that I need reassurance from you, telling me that you won't leave me. And as annoying as that sounds, every girl needs reassurance. I want you to realize that when I say I'll be fine, I probably mean I'm not cause most of the time I'm not an…
Never forget to smile. Even if you feel like complete shit, and that you hate the world or that no one loves you. Keep smiling, there are people who would kill to see you fall. And besides, it looks good on you anyway.

Tip of the day: Cutting is never an option.

If you want to keep a relationship working, you communicate. You talk about things no matter good or bad. Your work out problems together even if it is hard, and even if every bit of you don't feel like it, you do it anyway. Cause that's what a relationship is about. Talk about the good and the bad. You don't walk away from it, or not talk about it, it just makes situation worse. A hell lot worse.
The truth is, when it gets really quiet.

when the silence gets too loud,

I really start to miss everyone.
People fall out of the world sometimes but they always leave traces. Little thins we can't quite account for. Faces in photographs. Luggage. Half-eaten meals. Rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered it can come back.

-Doctor Who
I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next.

-Gilda Radner
and the next best
nobody ever
And from tomorrow onwards, I will start counting the days till I get be in your arms again. And this time, I'm not letting go.

French bulldog trying to teach baby to crawl


I love how you're never there when I need you.

But me? I stay up and talk to you, I make sure that you're okay before leaving, I stay up even when I have only two hours left before I have to get up again, I send you text message after text message about how much you mean to me and how amazing you are.

But the minute the roles are reversed, and I need you, and I'm the one that needs to be cheered up and I'm the one that needs you to stay up all night to talk to, and wake up to morning texts that start my day off... where are you?
Someone once quoted that "the more you love, the more vulnerable you are. The more you love, the more you'll get hurt." And I guess that's really true. When you love, you p everything on the line, your feelings, your emotions, your thoughts. Everything. You'll think to yourself "what if it doesn't work out? What do I do then? I can't lose him/her." You focus on all the negativity which might happen from being in love that you forget that you should also focus on the positive.

What if it works out? What if, this time, you really have found the person that you would want to spend the rest of your life with. And when you found that someone, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.

I guess, life works in the weirdest way imaginable. And even though you think you might have had everything figured out, that you know which strings to pull and all, life will just do the next unimaginable thing. One second you could be on the podium…
Three more days to go. Before we get to see how everything is gonna turn out.
Three more days to go. Before I get to see your face, hear your voice.

But somehow, three more days to go doesn't make me excited. It makes me sick to my stomach cause deep down I already know how everything will turn out.

And on that day, I don't think I can look you in the eyes without breaking down.

"When you love someone, let them go. If they come back. they're yours forever."

Seriously? How does that even work? The oh-so-famous quote by an unknown person. Why should I let them go if I love them so much? Shouldn't I fight for what I believe in, fight for what or who I love? And so what if they do come back? That doesn't mean they're gonna be mine forever and have undying feelings for me. Not at all. When I let them go, and they come back, they can leave again. And if they really did love me, they wouldn't have left in the first goddamn place. Why does everyone think that when you leave the one you love, and they go back to you, it means they love you forever? Give me one good reason why. Cause honestly I can't think of one.

A relationship isn't based on fate or destiny or luck. Maybe part of it plays a role in it. But the other 98.9% comes from the both of you. You have to work together in a relationship. Get over obstacles, be there for each other and etc. If you don't put an effort into your relationship, it will die. I promise…
i love you. even though you annoy me more than i thought possible. but i want to spend every single irritating minute with you.
I want to be the person you look for in a crowded room, the one who catches your attention amidst a sea of faces. I want to be the person you're nervous to talk to, the one you think of every time you close your eyes. I want to be the person you want to make plans with, the one you'd never stop falling for. I want to be all these things because that's what you are to me.
But I was sure of something, too: it's a lot easier to be lost than found. It's the reason we're always searching, and rarely discovered - so many locks, not enough keys."

"A wise person once told me that if a guy wants to be with a girl, he will make it happen, no matter what.

-He's just not that into you.
The Glo interactive nightlight has removable illuminated Glo balls that fade to dark after 30 minutes. They have nothing electronic in them so they don’t get warm and they won’t break.

This is for you.

This is where you need to realize he's not good enough for you. And he never was. I know me saying this isn't going to stop you from wanting him, or loving him but you need to realize wht's at stake. You need to understand that if you continue to hold on, it'll only hurt more. That your heart will go through more pain. And ever more pain when you see something you were always afraid of seeing.

10 things that matter more.

I am breathingThere is food in my fridge, a roof over my head, and clothes in my closet.The world is much bigger than this townI'll be out there soon enough.I have not lost hope nor faith.there are millions of books that I've yet to read, and millions of places I've yet to travel.Someone has it much, much worse.Someone just died... and again.A child was born... and again.I can name someone who loves me.
Someone who really loves you sees what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, how hard you are to handle, but still wants you in their life.
I wish I could open up to you more. Tell you about what I think about before going to bed. Tell you my dreams and plans. Tell you how I feel about myself. Tell you what I really want. But I can't. Cause what if you leave me just like so many others after finding out these things? What if you decide to quit and walk out cause it's easier.

Maybe it's just the way I think. Cause all the thoughts and feelings that I'm keeping inside is eating me alive.

But I don't think I could ever handle losing you. Cause if you left, I sincerely think a big part of me would die.

And if you do know about all these things, and about how dysfunctional and emotionally fucked up and disturbing of a person I am. Will you still love me like you promised?
And I promise you that no matter what happens, I did, I do and I will always love you. And if for some reason that you're not part of my life in the future, I want to thank you for loving me so uncoditionally even when I least deserve it, even when you shouldn't have, even when I never did love myself. And if in some distant future I see you with another girl, I'll smile at you with joy knowing that at least you're happy.
But I thought we weren't gonna do that? That we weren't gonna put each other through any of this? That we'd just keep this a secret for the year. That it was gonna work out. What happened to you and me versus the world? What happened to everything?

Like you said. Things change. Innit? And I'm so sure that it will this time. You'll move on. And I'll still be lingering in the past waiting for you to come back like you promised you would. The future has never seemed so clear. And you may think I'm just being pessimistic but I've got this gut feeling that's telling me this is a mistake.

But I'm so tired of beggin people not to walk out of my life. Not to walk out on me. I thought you said you'd never do that? I know you said you'll come back a year later. That's 365 days. What happens in between that time? What now?
"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics. You are all stardust. You couldn't be here if stars hadn't exploded, because the elements, - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life weren't created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of the stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. So, forget everything. The stars died so that you could be here today."

I feel

"On a scale of one to ten, how in love were you?"

                    "You can't put being in love on a scale," I said. "Either you are, or you aren't."
I can't wait for the days where we can walk around our apartment in just out undewear and stay in bed all day if we want. We'll shower together everymorning and take cute photos and make dinner then watch movies together. You'll take me to the beach, and we'll see if we can find a shooting star. I'll make you pancakes with fresh fruits and maple syrup on certain sunday mornings. We'll move around the furniture and build a blacket fort in the middle of the living room. Bake s'mores in the kitchen and if we ever get bored, we could just drive around aimlessly with my hands perfectly tangled with yours. And at the end of every single day, we can just fall asleep in each other's arms knowin we'll still be next to each other when we wake up in the morning. It will be perfect.
Because when it comes down to it, you're your own worst enemy and
nobody can save you from yourself.

The notebook.


"fuck that, I'm done."

Don't even start. Did you really expect me yo wait for you? To put my life on hold just because you were unsure of your goddamn feelings? I've made it clear since day one that you're all I have ever wanted. Don't say "fuck that" to me. I've put up with your shit for way too long. I've let you manipulate me, and lead me on. All for it to lead to this. So fuck you. I hope you're happy.

Breaking point.

Do you ever have those moments where everything just finally starts to get to you? You've held in all this hurt and frustration in for so long that it starts to take over. It's like this poison that eventually starts to wear you down physically and mentally, day by day, until eventually, one day, all these feelings that you have been holding in for so long begins to break loose, you're at your breaking point, you don't know what to do anymore, maybe you're confused or you don't really understand why you feel the way you do, but all you know is that you just can't take it anymore, you're tired of everything and sometimes you just feel like everything you do goes unappreciated, like nothing you do is good anymore. Mentality starts to take over and it's just so hard to fight this pain, you know?
But ask yourself this: Have you ever lost someone you love and wanted one more conversation, one more chance to make up for the time when you thought they would be here forever? If so, then you know you can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.

               What if you got it back?

The upsides.

The sun comes up every morning. Hope gets lost but never dies. There's always a new chance tomorrow. The smell after a storm. You have a soul mate out there. Miracles are real. There's beauty in everything. You're breathing. Love is eternal. Things will be okay. You're never alone as you think you are.

Having a rough day?

Put your hands over the left side of your chest and feel the beat beneath it. Feel that? It's your heartbeat and that's a purpose. You're alive for a reason. You might not find out the reason today or tomorrow or months and maybe even years from now. But when the time is right, you'll find out. So don't give up. Not yet. Not now. Not ever.
I remember the time you told me about when you were eight and all those things you said that night that you just couldn't wait. I remember time you sat and told me about your Jesus and how not to look back even if no one believes us. Hen it hurts so bad, sometimes not having you here I say. Tonight I've fallen and I can't get up. I need your loving hands to come and pick me up. And every night I miss you, I can't just look up. And know the stars are holding you tonight.

Here's to the kids.

The kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.

Here's to the kids whose 11:11 wishes are wasted on that one person who will never be there for them.

Here's to the kids who never was too good at life, but was still wicked cool.

Here's to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights before they were on MTV.

Here's to the kids who care more about the music than the fashion.

Here's to the kids who have crushes on stupid lush.

Here's to the kids who hum "a little less 16 candles, a little more touch me." when they're stuck at home, dateless, on a saturday night.

Here's to the kids who bhave ever had their heart broken by someone who didn't even know they existed.

Here's to the kids who have read 'the perks of being a wallflower' and didn't feel so alone after doing so.

Here's to the kids …
I want someone I can go to. Someone I can tell my secrets to. Someone who won't judge me for the mistakes I've made, for the mistakes I will continue to make. I want someone who understands. I want someone who hears, not just listens. I want someone who says good night to me, and prays to God they get the chance to say good morning. I want someone who knows my quirks. I want someone who wipes my tears away. I want someone who needs me. I want someone who loves me.

And I'm so thankful I've found that someone.

“Don’t Be A Di*k During Meals With Friends.”

Introducing our new game called:
"Don’t Be A Di*k During Meals With Friends.”

The first person to crack and look at their phone picks up the check.

Our (initial) purpose of the game was to get everyone off the phones free from twitter/fb/texting and to encourage conversations.


The game starts after everyone has ordered.Everybody places their phone on the table face down.The first person to flip over their phone loses the game.Loser of the game pays for the bill.If the bill comes before anyone has flipped over their phone everybody is declared a winner and pays for their own meal.

Variations/house rules:

Starting the game after everyone is seated.In the rare event that multiple people flip their phones simultaneously, the bill is split between said players.Feel free to invoke penalties/strikes systems.


No touching or messing with anybody else’s phones.You don’t have to stack the phones. This was done for picture taking purposes.I realize I should perhaps think of a different…
This is a homeless guy who lives on a bridge in Dublin City. Last week his rabbit was grabbed from him and thrown into the river below.. the River Liffey. Which is one of the most horrible rivers in Ireland. The currents are really strong and it’s filthy. Anyway, as soon as the rabbit hit the water this guy was already hurdling off the bridge and towards the freezing river to save her. After hitting the water and successfully locating her, he proceeding to pump air back into her, making her regain consciousness and basically come back to life. I was talking to him today along with another woman and she asked “Why in the name of God did you jump into the water? Did you not think about it?!” and straight away he replied with “No. I didn’t stop to think. I just jumped. It was an instinct.. I needed to save her.”
We don't talk about it. We don't talk about anything. That's the problem. That's my problem, actually. I don't talk to anybody about what's going on in my head, because I'm afraid they might not be able to take it.

Maybe, in a parallel universe, we are together.

Trust me love, I know how it feels like. I know how much it hurts. I know you cry in the shower so no one will hear your sobs. I know you wait until everyone goes to sleep to fall apart. It's not always easy, but I know exactly what that feels like.
So I'm here for you, I promise.

to love, to honor, to betray.

I think I might have made a mistake telling you how I feel because now I'm afraid that everytime I talk to you, you might think I'm flirting or all the mysterious all status updates are for you and I don't feel as comfortable talking to you as I did when you didn't know it. Now when I'm near you, I feel like I''m really vulnerable because you know how I feel about you. And the things that sucks the most is that for you, I don't mean a thing, I'm just another girl who likes you. I thought that once I told you, I would feel happy again. Guess what, I was wrong. Again.
You need to let go of the things that are causing you to worry. If those things are beyond the control of a single individual, what is the point in worrying about them? If there is no way to control or affect an outcome, worrying about it will do nothing but induce stress and greater levels of worry. Worry breeds and if a person gets into the habit of worrying about every little thing they will soon find themselves in constantly escalating spirals of anxiety as one worry will spark off a new one. Learn to let go of the worries which cannot be affected by individual actions and to let go of the tiny worries which encourage the larger ones to take up residence. Someone who is constantly tense from worry will become incapable of relaxing. The most important point to remember, whether a person is coming to worry through life situations, is that whatever the situation, there is always someone out there who can help. Never feel alone, because you’re not. Don’t give up, don’t …