|Favorite book:||Nevermore by Kelly Creagh|
|Member Since:||Oct 16, 2013|
I would like to say that the story Are We Even Now? is not mine. My friends wrote it. If you have any problem with it feel free to say but please do not blame me for them. Thank you! :3
I would like to say that three of my quotes are from a wonderful writer named Smircle. I was allowed permission to use them by Smircle, and I am very thankful. Thank you, love.
Quote Of The Day!
"It's beautiful over there." I don't know where over there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.
I guess sometimes it's okay not to know.
Just when she thought the world was over. . She heard a butterfly.
The marks people leave are too often scars.
Everyone's alone. Everyone's empty. We don't really need anyone anymore. We have so much at our fingertips that we can find a spare at any time. Any item, any piee of knowledge, any relationship an be replaced by a simple click.
One day you will learn how to give and recieve love like an open window, and it will feel like summer everyday.
Sometimes, people don't realize the things that they do. They do them and they don't think about how those close to them feel about the things that they do. Sometimes they say something, and sometimes they don't even realize that they said anything at all. But why? Why don't people realize the things they can do to the people they care about? It's as easy as one, two. . . Three..
They say you spend your whole life rewriting the first poem you ever loved.
You're only given one little spark of madness. You mustn't lose it.
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
Softness is not weakness. It takes courage to stay delicate in a world so cruel.
Don't let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.
To avoid criticism you have to say nothing, do nothing, be nothing.
6+3=9 But so does 4+5. The way you do things isn't always the only way to do things.
Turn your face towards the sun and the shadows fall behind you.
Someday you'll realize you were always more than 'good enough'.
If only you could sense how important you are to the lives of those you meet; how important you can be to people you may never even dream of. There is something of yourself that you leave at every meeting with another person.
And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter --- they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Why is it that people blame and punish those who did nothing and love and treat with care those that do harm? Why are some people so fucking oblivious to the pain they cause others?
Some people are so fucking rude to those who have done absolutely nothing, but does that bother or affect them? No, it doesn't. Because they do NOT care what they do as long as it doesn't affect their life.
I think it's so disgusting. The way people use "gay" as an insult. The way they sneer and abuse those who are "gay". I think it's so stupid. To think "gay" is a word that's used for those things and everything else. Gay means you're happy, not what people say nowadays. Gay means happy, not homosexual. If you're going to insult someone because they like the same gender, why not learn how to speak actual English, yeah? Or is that too hard for everyone? Too hard to call someone a homosexual. It's disgusting to use the word gay and to sneer and abuse people because they like the same sex.
So if you think you're being weird then you put a saddle on it and ride it out.
Why is it that you can feel bad for the silliest things? Even things that aren't your fault? How is it that you can say sorry to someone so easily, but not to people you really like without feeling actual guilt?
Her sorrow, for me, was like the rain. Everyone loves the warmth of the sun but I was always in love with the idea that universe, too, felt pain.
Why is it that love is thrown around like dust in the swirling wind? Love used to be the most sacred of feelings, but now? Now it's just a word for people to use, just to hurt them in a few days or weeks. Love is extraordinary, it's passionate and beautiful, it's caring and it's even the fights, and it's not about sexual things, it's about the other's happiness. But, no. Now, that isn't true, really. Now a day, kids throw it around when they know the other for a few weeks, then it's sex and heartbreak. But, but. . There are the few kids that know what it is to love someone and to feel all that passion and hurt in one person and no matter what you want them. You want their smell and their laughs, their smiles, their happiness and personality. Not their sex, but love. You want THEM. Just innocent bliss that is loving someone.
Isn't it sad? Doesn't it upset or at least anger you? To know that whoever you like or love, now a day everyone thinks that you're having sex or will have sex with them? Isn't it crazy? That you can't say you love your best friend as ONLY a friend without other people thinking and saying you'll have sex with them? Why does love have to be about the sexual fantasies and the sex itself? Why aren't we allowed to be just. . . In LOVE. Without any teasing or rumors? Just undeniable LOVE.
Sometimes it's okay if the only thing you did today was breathe.
I've learned that you can keep going, long after you think you can't.
If someone tells you to change yourself, tell them to fuck themselves.
It's okay to be happy, and it's okay to be sad. Just remember, neither of them last forever.
Well, you see her when you fall asleep. But never to touch and never to keep. 'Cause you loved her too much. And you dived too deep.
I promise if you keep searching for everything beautiful in this world, you will eventually become it.
Sometimes you must hurt in order to know, fall in order to grow, lose in order to gain, because life's greatest lessons are learned through pain.
The air around me still feels like a cage.
Sometimes it's hard to pick right from wrong. The best thing we can do is go with our heart and hope it all goes well.
I want you to realize your beauty.
Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see.
I'm not telling you it's going to be easy. I'm telling you it's going to be worth it.
Be your own kind of beautiful.
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light.
Always together, not far from forever.
She lit a cigarette with bundles of tears racing down her cheeks, and after her lips somehow found the strength to stretch into a smile, I thought to myself; "Sometimes, when chaos burns like wildfires around us: we have no other choice but to fall in love with the warmth."
None of you seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me.
Bring me all of your dreams you dreamer, bring me all your heart melodies that I may wrap them in a blue cloud-cloth away from the too-rough fingers of the world.
It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.
In my recent experience, I'd say hurt tends to drown out sorry.
My point is that there are times when you just have to let it all out. All of the anger, all of the pain.
You know there's no such thing as a complete lie. There's always some truth in there.
Love is the most common miracle.
Always speak the truth, even if your voice shakes.
No matter whether you're quirky, or cool, big, or small, weak, or powerful, quiet, or loud, kind, or manipulative, introverted, or outgoing, urbane, uncultured, you are a special and unique person, and you should be proud of that.
That breath that you just took. . . That's a gift.
I'm empty and I'm cold, and my heart's about to break. . . Come and find me.
I remember awakening one morning and finding everything smeared with the color of forgotten love.
Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
For it so happens I could never convince myself that the dead are dead.
Never look down on anybody unless you're helping them up.
Somber, dark and empty is the night.
If the last thing I do is bring you down, please know I am bleeding out for you.
Do not be ashamed of who you are, do not apologize to others for doing nothing but being yourself. Be completely and utterly yourself and do not fake yourself to be liked. Do not apologize for being you. Do not feel ashamed, because I am so, so very proud of you.
They say powerful beings find anger when they have no room for love. What made you so. Are you scared of change? Scared of those who are different?
I am angry because I forgive you.
My mistake was believing I could change a world infected by hate and corruption.
But when I close my eyes I see a world where we all work together. And it's so fucking.. beautiful.
It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply.
And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it.
Sadness touches everyone, even the one's who shouldn't be sad at all.
A girl once told me to be careful when trying to fix a broken person. For you may cut yourself on their shattered pieces.
Don't just mindlessly judge people as you please.
Time waits for no one.
No matter what changes, I'll always be me.
Good would not be good without evil. There are two sides to any spectrum.
She is like a flower, beautiful and frail. She is like a flower in these ways and more. She'll be picked when someone likes her, loves her through and through, but once she grows weary from pain and she wilts, she'll be discarded without a thought in mind. You can pick a flower and you can pick a person, but you'll only make them wilt, a little faster.
Some people talk to much and they talk all the time. But once they realize that they've hurt someone they love, they'll think about what the hell they've done. And so they'll bit their tongues and they'll sew up their mouth. They won't say a word, if their loved one can't hear them.
Sometimes the best thing for anyone is silence.
"Why do you smoke so fast?" "Y'all smoke to enjoy it, I smoke to die."
False tears can only hurt others, false smiles can only hurt yourself.
It's not that you don't know how to interact with people, it's just that no one ever cared to interact with you.
The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just have to find the ones worth suffering for.
Sorry, man. I'd like to help you out. But I'm not real. I'm only as real as your ability to believe in me.
Sometimes in life, when you look back on things it can feel like it was all boring and uneventful. But when you really think about it, you remember all these cool things that happened you forgot about.
Over the years, I've come to realize that sometimes "a poke in the eye" is less painful than opening your heart to someone.
The pain of losing someone will never go away; we just learn to live with it, day by day.
It seems, the more you open your heart, the more it hurts.
Scars in spacetime that never heal, and always serve to remind you that the perfect version of yourself you wish you could be can never exist. Because the survival of everyone you care about depends on him not existing.
You just have to know who you are and stay true to that.
She was chaos and beauty intertwined. A tornado of roses from divine.
But as much as I learned about myself, I could never find a way to become whole. The void was never filled until you came along.
You don't need to be dating anyone who can't appreciate you for who you really are, or more importantly, which fantasy version of yourself you most strongly identify with.
Being a kid and growing up is hard and nobody understands.
I am very much alive, and I intend to stay this way.
Hope to me, is about believing in stuff. If you believe in stuff then everything feels like it's going to be okay.
TT: Do you have any idea how fucking sick I am of myself? I am completely worn out with my own identity. It's like I'm drowning in my own dismal persona. I feel totally surrounded by it, inside and out. I can't escape from myself.
I am scared to not exist. Aren't you?
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Even Angels get hurt. Some may be evil, some may be good, but good and bad, they're one in the same. And they hurt just the same.