December 2008
You’re nothing but disappoint to me anyways, so why should I stick around for more?
To the heart we go, my love, my darling. Deeper in and further down we shall sink, until we come to the center of it all. Your hand in mine, and your eyes turned to my own, tell me that this journey will not be in vain. It is the darkest of adventures, the most morbid of dreams. And yet, there is light at the end of it all if you should be with me. To overcome the shadows, we must first discover truth. This is trek that we have embarked on brings me continued anguish and uncertainty. And still, I find myself wanting to get to the end of it all. To give up would be death. And if the odyssey doesn’t kill us, I think we will find love in the end.
(via havent-got-a-prayer)
The first time, it’s hard. You feel like you’re never ever going to heal.
Second time around, it feels better; safer.
Third time, things change. People change. Feelings change.
But I don’t want them to change. I’m so afraid that I’ll begin to forget about what I’ve always wanted, but if i really want it so badly then why would I ever second guess myself? Is it because I don’t truly want it, or is it because I’ve just found better.
I refuse to find better.
I don’t want to leave it all behind. I’m not ready to move on from my hopes and dreams, yet its all fading away so quick. So quick. I don’t want it to be just my past. I want it to become my future. That’s what I’ve always wanted; that’s what had kept me going.
Or was it really?
finallyseeing: leahcreates: hellomynameisleah:
”If she loves you, if she really loves you, you’ll know it. If you can wake up to her staring at you and it’s not even mildly creepy, if you catch her smelling the shoulder of the hooded sweatshirt you lent her for an autumn walk at the beach, and not for B.O., if she makes you a pancake in the shape of a shark, if she calls you drunkenly at four in the morning “to talk,” if she laughs at your jokes when they’re funny and makes fun of you when they’re not, if she keeps her fridge stocked with Guinness tallboys for when you come over, if she tells you how she wishes she were closer to her sister and that her dad makes her sad: She loves you, of course she loves you.”
“You broke my heart.” Hearts don’t break. They’re really squishy, that’s all. Somebody said that once and it was new and everybody went “Yeah” and then everyone’s said it since. Even if you threw my heart against the wall it wouldn’t break, it would bounce.
— My creative writing teacher (via kevincoyne)
I know in my life I’ve probably hurt more people that I would have liked to.
& All it takes is one song to bring back millions of feelings, thoughts and memories.
Even though things change everyday and people change everyday; it’s still a hard concept to grasp. Sometimes I don’t want to let go of the people that I hold dear. They don’t know I hold them dear to my heart.
I have a weird way of expressing or showing that to people. Is it because they don’t really understand what I’m like?
I guess it’s because people only see what you show. There’s where we leave room for mistakes. Then no matter how much you care for a person inside of your heart, if you don’t show it, they’ll never know.
But maybe that goes for me as well. I’m sure that I don’t understand or see how people completely feel about me.
So I can only dream that one day everyone that I love, or once loved in any way will know and see that I never meant to hurt them in any way.
We can only go so far.