'eightyone

At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.

'eighty

I couldn't tell you why we are best friends because you wouldn't understand.
And to be honest, I wouldn't know what to tell you either.
Look at us, screaming down the hall side by side.
We laugh at things that no one even understands why they're funny.
There are songs we sing that mean nothing to everyone else.
And there are those times, where... 
Yeah, you just won't get it.

'seventynine

Twenty years from now, I'm going to look back and remember and that there were those few people who could turn every frown into a smile in a few simple words. Those people who lifted my head when I was losing faith in myself. Those few people who carried tears on their shoulders after every fight, every break up, every death. The people who always knew what I was feeling by the look on my face. The few who accepted who I was when everyone else laughed in my face. Those people that accepted every decision I made, believing that I'd make the right decision. The few who knew that I really was. Those people that made the biggest difference in my life. The ones who were my strength through hard times. 
My best friends.

'seventyeight

This is for you, my best friend. The one person I can tell my soul to, who can relate to me like no other, who I can laugh with to no extent, who I can cry to when times are tough, who can help me with the problems of my life. Never have you turned your back on me or told me I wasn't good enough or let me down. I don't think you know what that means to me. You have gone through so much pain and you still have time for me and I love you for listening even when you're dying inside. And I look up to you because you're strong, and caring, and beautiful, even though you don't think you are. And I hope you know that I'm always here to listen to you laugh and cry and help in all the ways that I can, and I will try to be at least half the friend you are to me. I hope you know I would not be the person I am today without you, my best friend. Thanks for being the friend who's always believed in me, who's always understood, who's always accepted me, who's always cared.

'seventyseven

People are like songs. First, there's the melody which is the attraction basically what draws you in. 
And then you get the lyrics, that's their story, sometimes it's just bam right there infront of you others you have take your time and look deeper to find the true meaning.
But when you have both, the full song, that's when you get something magic.

'seventysix

It’s upsetting to think that someone can, after so long, so many memories and so much love, just turn around and say, “Sorry, I don’t love you anymore.” After everything they have gone through, it hurts to think about how somebody can change their mind on such a thing as their love for another. I can’t even begin to understand the reasons behind this. I know things change and nothing lasts, but I just can’t seem to comprehend how can a feeling change, just like that, in a blink of an eye? And it scares me, so much.

'seventyfive

She's never been one to wait around. She's always moving and dancing and running. But for some reason, with him, she's patient. She'll wait. She'll wait for nobody and nothing else, except him.

'seventyfour

Sometimes you'll never know the true value of a moment until it becomes a memory.

'seventythree

I guess what makes me different from most girls is that I'm not the type to squeal all over you and I don't ask for your attention at all times. I know what I want and I know how to get it but I don't hurt people along the way. I can be a bitch but I'm also a weird obnoxious loser, but hey that's the truth in me. I guess you can say I'm complication, but I'd rather be difficult than easy any day. I can be hard to figure out sometimes, but if you know me, I'm not that much of a confusing person. So, why don't you actually open up your heart instead of just your eyes and take a look at me, and then tell me if you're still in love with her.

'seventytwo

I don't know where I see myself in 5 years.. and thats okay. I hope and expect to be surprised. I've learned to accept reality; it's different from the one I imagined. The unexpected can be terrifying, but I encourage you all to embrace it. Sometimes, the things you dont anticipate make the biggest impact. It's the journey, not the destination.

'seventyone

I feel so unfulfilled in
life and as if I'm
wasting my teenage
years, but I'm not
sure what to do
about it.

'seventy

I'm a mess and my room usually is too. I laugh at the stupidest things and I always say the wrong things at the wrong time. I cry for no reason and I get jealous easily. I don't have it all together, but I kind of like it that way.

'sixtynine

I like to pretend that everything's alright.
Because when everybody else thinks you're fine, 
sometimes you forget for a while that you're not.

'sixtyeight

And I don't want to hurt you, but it's all I've ever known.

'sixtyseven

I think when you are young, you are hoping that this person will be the right one, the one you are going to be in love with forever, but sometimes, you want that so much you create something that isn’t really there.

'sixtysix

It's the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time. And It's hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It's funny but stupid how you want everything and nothing at the same time. It's crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on. And when you want to move on, but you're stuck right where you started. When feelings come and go and you can't decide what you want. When you have so many things to say but you don't know where to start. When you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them further and further away. It's so hard to think back to how things used to be and look at it now and realize that things are different and they may never be the same. You tell yourself it's not worth it, but if it really didn't matter, you wouldn't spend so much time thinking about it.

'sixtyfive

I've made mistakes in my life. I've let people take advantage of me, and I accepted way less than I deserve. But I've learned from my bad choices and even though there are some things I can never get back and people who will never be sorry, I'll know better next time and I won't settle for anything less than I deserve.

'sixtyfour

We wonder why black and white photos capture our soul.
I think it's because without colour, we aren't drawn to the makeup and color of our eyes, or our hair, or how tan our skin is.
Black and white captures the innocence on one's face and the hurt they've gone through to feel vulnerability.
The glow we see comes from inside, brightening our eyes, our skin, and our smile.
It grabs the truth that liberates us.

'sixtythree

I hate when I get so fustrated. Everything just goes wrong at once, and I try so hard to fight it. But the tears, they always come. I'm so scared of falling, because I know once I do, it's fight after fight to get back up. It could take days, months, years even. I don't know if I have that kind of strenght anymore.

'sixtytwo

I regret burning that bridge every single day...

'sixtyone

I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you, and waiting for everyone to fall asleep so you can fall apart, for everything to hurt so bad you just want it all to end. I know exactly how it feels.

'sixty

My love is real, some earn it, some abuse it and some are just unworthy. Sorry's are sorry, apologies are never real, second chances never matter, people never change. Watch your friends, for they can become your worst enemies; & when that happens, well they werent really your friends to start with.

'fiftynine

She looks in the mirror, catching her eye. Pushing the heavy bulk of curly hair she examines her face. She doesn’t like the way she looks. It's not the shape of her face she dislikes, or the size of her nose, it’s the vacancy behind it. Deep inside the folds of her mind she knew it; she was gone. All that stood there looking back at her in the mirror was a shell of what she used to be.

'fiftyeight

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's not - won't. Love is 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 just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you.

'fiftyseven

She's the type of girl who won't tell you how she feels, but it's written in her eyes as clear as day. She's the type of girl that will try to make you feel better when even she doesn't feel so great about life. She might have mood swings, or maybe tell you what irks her. But you don't know her. She remains a mystery. Little by little, you get some new piece of information, but it's useless. You can't know her without knowing how she feels, what she's been through, what she sees.

I'm that type of girl.

'fiftysix

What do I believe in?


I believe in smiling at strangers. 

I believe in giving back, in being chaotic, and crooked, and compassionate. 
I believe in stars, and the way some thousand year old dust of theirs is sitting inside your chest right now. 
I believe in luck, and I believe in something much more marvellous than outside the stretch of my own understanding. 

I believe in the sand beneath my toes and that hot summer heat. 

I believe in sun burns, and getting your hands dirty. 

I believe in staying up all night talking to anyone who means anything to you. 

I believe in potential. 

I believe in fireworks in the bottom of a waterlogged soul. 

I believe in love, wonder, and magic at first sight, and after that sight, and ever and ever sight. At every single god damn sight. 

I believe in believing. 

I believe in reason and lack of it. I believe in logic and sanity, and everything that undermines it. 

I believe in travel and photography. 

I believe that if something is meant to happen, it will happen at the right time, place, and right person. 

I believe in music and the strong visceral connection we have to it, the way that it can take you back to a place, a person, or even that special moment that may have changed your life. 

I believe in things with and without words. 

I believe that we underestimate the weight of our own words. 

I believe in second chances, and that there is someone out there for everyone. 

I believe that somewhere out there, is the other half of each and every one of our souls, and that when you feel that emptiness you can never fill, or don't know how to, that is what you're longing for. 

I believe that one of our many purposes in life is to find our other half. Life is supposed to be an adventure, isn't it? 

I believe I spent too much time writing my beliefs, as a matter of fact. 

I believe in a love that isn't jealous or selfish. 

I believe in things this world tells me are foolish, and I believe in them passionately and without apologies. 

I believe that science can only tell me how, and history can only tell me when, but neither can tell me why. 

I believe in being limitless and fascinated.

That's what I believe in.

'fiftyfive

That's the thing about people who mean everything they say. They think everyone else does too.

'fiftyfour

You spend your whole life believing that you're on the right track...
...only to discover that you're on the wrong train.

'fiftythree

I don't know what I want anymore. All I want to do is listen to music and watch the clouds go by.

'fiftytwo

On the outside, you know that you’re not that same naive kid anymore. You’ve been through too much lately. But deep down, at your core, there will always be a part of you that rejects reality, that is eternally hopeful.

'fiftyone

I fear of being like everyone I hate. I fear failure, I fear losing control. I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another, getting lost in something, or losing everything to get lost in. I fear being a completely acceptable sheep in society.

'fifty

Never mind. Forget it.
They’re just memories inside of a spiral notebook.
You can say I changed. 
I can say fuck you.
You never knew me to begin with.

'fortynine

Do you ever just sit down and start writing? Everything that is going through your head just pours onto the paper. When you reread it, it doesn't make sense, but you know it's meaning. Because your mind jumps around so much and when you just let go, you lose all control. All of your heart, your soul, is on that paper and you become so vulnerable to the world.

'fortyeight

Perhaps they are not stars, but rather openings in heaven where the love of our lost ones pours through and shines down upon us to let us know they are happy.

'fortyseven

I knew you once. That feels so good to say outloud.
When we were still chasing something sunlit and violent, something whole and wide-awake. I know a lot of things I didn't know about then. Like how scared you are, right before everything's about to change. The fear lingers, especially waiting for destiny. How the second you lean over the edge all of a sudden you realize that nothing will ever be the same. I know a lot of things. I know how hard it is when it's clear that the people you love only know a single facet of who you are. You're left fractured and changed. Why? Because you're soft and dawning, you're the careful youth left burning; but I knew you once. I thought I was living just to crumble from the inside. I'd listen to your words and hold them like they were all I'd have when you finally left - and I knew you were always just a last minute feeling away from leaving and forgetting..
But this isn't about that. This is about the way I knew you once.
This is for the yellow leaves of November that I don't know if you still remember when we met.
For those hidden words you told me, when you wanted to cover the feeling and the moment in a way that none of us could ever hold it. For the way that no one could understand what we had. For the way your accent always knew the softest way to pronounce the vowels in my name. 
This is for how the sky won't ever be that blue again. 
Maybe this is for nothing. But maybe this is for everything.
Maybe it is sad how everything we had is just something I vaguely remember now. Maybe it is sad to miss something you spend most of the time forgetting you ever had. But maybe it's not. And it's too late to tell you all of those things we left unsaid. It's too late to tell you that, had we never found each other, maybe we would have never walked away. But this is not the place for goodbyes. 
Because everything's about to change. We are scared and sad but we're still young and we're still brave. 
We are leaning over the edge, we are suddenly realizing that nothing will ever be the same. And that's okay. We are going to find something violent and sunlit, something whole and wide-awake.
And you better swear to me, goddamnit you better swear, that this will never be the place for goodbyes.

'fortysix

I hate how dispensable I am to people. I hate how people feel they can just forget about me, replace me, erase me without even a second thought. It's like I don't matter to anyone. And hey, I mean I don't blame you. I'm no-one special. I just thought you were different. I had more faith in you. And you took that, ripped it up, shoved it in my face and walked away without ever looking back.

'fortyfive

Isn't it odd how much fatter a book gets when you've read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every times you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells, and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower...both strange and familiar.

'fortyfour

How does it feel to know that you've taken someone's smile?

'fortythree

She's different from the rest of the girls.
She's not fake. 
She can tell you "good music".
She likes to dance, sing and act crazy with her friends.
She will over analyze everything you can possibly say.
She hates drama and can't live without it, & the people that cause it.
But the one thing that she will never understand:

Why he can't love her, the way that she loves him?

'fortytwo

After you say your final goodbye, an ending is just an ending. You don't always get the closure you want. Sometimes you wish you could've sat and cried a little bit longer. You wish that you savored that last moment that you clung to something that once meant so much. People let you down and sometimes you don't get sent off the way you wanted to. You realize that leaving something that wasn't perfect will never be perfect, either. Nothing is ever perfect, but there is no word more absolute than goodbye.

'fortyone

People ask me how I am these days. I say I'm good, but the truth is I don't know. Since that day, I haven't been sure of anything, at all. Broken. Finished. Left Behind. The words that break my heart. The words that tell my story.

'forty

At some point in your life, 
someone will rip out your heart, 
shatter it on the ground, 
and not even watch to see where the pieces land.

'thirtynine

When people walk away from you, let them walk. Don't try to talk another person into staying with you, loving you, calling you, caring for you, coming to see you, or staying attached to you. When people can walk away, let them walk. Your destiny is never tied to anybody that left.

'thirtyeight

I've noticed that if you carefully look at someone's eyes during the first five seconds they start to look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for an instant before it starts to flicker away.

'thirtyseven

I want it to stop hurting. I want the tears to stop falling and I want my heart to stop longing for something I know I never will have. I've had my fair share of pain so this is nothing new. I could always snap out of it though; I'd wallow in self pity for a few minutes, an hour, a day. Then I'd be alright. I knew when to stop being sad and just start being myself again. But this time... this time I don't know what in the world to do. It's like I've fallen into this big fucking hole and now I don't know how I can possibly dig myself out of it. I can't escape the heartbreak, not this time.

'thirtysix

I wake up every morning, pretend I'm fine without you and go about my life like nothing is wrong. Then I go home, get into bed and then realise how terrible everything is - how much I miss you and how much I still care when I shouldn't. I think about how not-fine I really am. And then I cry. Then somewhere amidst the tears I fall asleep. Then I wake up and think 'Today will be better.' I wake up and pray the day will be better. When really, really the same day just replays over and over again. I just want it to stop. I just want to be happy.

'thirtyfive

And you know what? I realized something last night.
It's not that I want you to hold my hand, I just want you to reach for it.

'thirtyfour

She has bite marks on her tongue from all the things she’s never said.

'thirtythree

And I'm trying my very hardest to keep it together, I'm trying my best to make sure that you see that I am fine. That everything is okay and you have nothing to worry about. Because I dont want you to worry; it's not your responsibility to look out for me. It's completely my own. So if I lose this battle with myself and fall to the floor in tears, don't feel obliged to pick me back up. It's my fault, my responsibility and my consequence for doing what I'd done; for feeling the way I did.

'thirtytwo

You want to know something? Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you. I'd like to think I still have my secrets, and it's good to know that the things, some of the things I am ashamed of I can keep stored, hidden, deep inside where no-one not even you can get to them. Because I'm scared, that once you know everything there is to know about me you'll come to your senses. I'm afraid that once I give you my all you'll realise I'm not for you. That I'm really no-one special after all.