Lust is when you love what you see. Love is when you lust for what's inside.
We all go a little mad sometimes. Haven't you?
I did not, you see, want to kill myself. Not at that time, anyway. But I wanted to know that if need be, if the desperation got so terribly bad, I could inflict harm on my body. And I could. Knowing this gave me a sense of peace and power, so I started cutting up my legs all the time. Hiding the scars from my mother became a sport of its own. I collected razor blades, I bought a Swiss Army knife, I became fascinated with different kinds of sharp edges and the different cutting sensations they produced. I tried out different shapes - squares, triangles, pentagons, even an awkwardly carved heart, with a stab wound at its center, wanting to see if it hurt the way a real broken heart could hurt. I was amazed and pleased to find that it didn't.
Everyone is asking me how I feel, how I am and truthly I feel numb. I cant feel anything and honestly I like it.
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
I hate the way I could never hate you.
Some things in life are either taken way to seriously or not serious enough. So why worry so much about our everyday problems. I mean there is only so much time to be alive but plenty of time to be dead. So live every day like it is your last. Take way to many pictures, laugh to hard and love with all your heart.
At times I wish I could change the past... but sometimes the past changes you.
Be patient and tough; some day this pain will be useful to you.
It's not about butterflies in the first kiss, but that they are there in the last.
God saw you getting tired, and a cure was not to be. So he put his arms around you, and whispered, "Come with me." With tearful eyes we watched you, and saw you pass away. Although we loved you dearly, we could not make you stay. A golden heart stopped beating. Hard working hands at rest. God broke our hearts, to prove to us, He only takes the best.
I'm holding on to something that used to be there hoping it will come back, knowing it won't.