Every time I see him all cool, calm and collected, I lose my breath, my heart starts pounding, and I am painfully aware that I am not over him and he is over me.
It does not matter how long you've known him, if he's had you smiling since day one, don't lose him.
Just hit play and watch my life fall apart.
What do you do when the only person who can stop your tears is the one making you cry.
Missing you isn't the problem, it's wondering if you'll ever come back that's killing me.
If you spend your life regretting things in the past, before you know it... you will have wasted your life on regret
It isn't the problem along the way that make us or break us. It's how we learn to stand and face them that makes the difference.
You might imagine that a person would resort to self-mutilation only under extremes of duress, but once I'd crossed that line the first time, taken that fateful step off the precipice, then almost any reason was a good enough reason, almost any provocation enough. Cutting was my all-purpose solution. My scars ought to be a charm bracelet of mnemonics, each a permanent reminder of its precipitating event, but maybe the most disturbing thing I can say about the history of my cutting is that for the most part I can't even remember the when's and the whys behind those wounds. It didn't take much to make me cut. Frustration, humiliation, insecurity, guilt, remorse, loneliness... I cut 'em all out. They were like a poison, caustic and destructive, as though lye had been siphoned into my veins. The only way I could survive them, I thought, was to keep draining them from my blood.
He's the type of guy that could look you in your eyes when you're knee deep in tissues and your face looks like its been badly beaten, and with all honesty tell you that you're nothing less than beautiful.
Sometimes I feel like nobody has held me down and forced me to cry or made me hug them, or seen to the inside of me. I just say 'oh I'm fine' and walk away. Nobody's ever said to me 'no you're not'.
One day you'll kiss someone and know those are the lips you want to kiss for the rest of your life.
We talk like we know what's going on. But we don't. We don't know anything. We're young and we're gonna screw-up a lot. We're gona keep changing our minds and even sometimes our hearts. And through all that, the only thing we can truly offer eachother is... forgiveness.