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| we play fight, insult each other,
wind each other up so much
and just generally drive each other crazy.
and our friends tease us because they can see
the intimateness of the fighting,
the cuteness of the insults,
the eye contact during the wind ups,
and the mile-wide smiles we have when we say we're getting on each other's nerves
and they can see whats coming between us
what if weve already found the right person
but werent rady to fall inlove?
you taught me how to love;
but not how to stop loving
i thought i knew what i was looking for.
then i met you
i guess i was fooled by your smile
Girl: Your new girlfriend is pretty. (I bet she stole your heart)
Boy: yeah, she is. (But you’re still the most beautiful girl I know)
Girl: I heard she’s funny & amazing. (All the stuff I wasn’t)
Boy: She sure is. (But she’s nothing compared to you)
Girl: I bet you know everything about her by now (Like how you knew just about everything about me)
Boy: Only the stuff that count (I can’t even remember the stuff she tells me when I think of you)
Girl: Well, I hope you guys last. (Because we never did)
Boy: I hope we do too. (Whatever happened to me & you?)
Girl: Well I got to go. (Before I start to cry)
Boy: Yeah me too. (I hope you don’t cry)
Girl: Bye. (I still love you)
Boy: Later. (I never stopped)
if theres no one beside you when your soul embarks
then ill follow you in the dark
everytime you say my name
a piece of me falls into place
i was told to never look back, to keep walking.
and the minute i looked over my shoulder,
i saw everything i ever gave up on.
all the things i let go of
I like coincidences. They make me wonder about destiny, and whether free will is an illusion or just a matter of perspective. They let me speculate on the idea of some master plan that, from time to time, we're allowed to see out of the corner of our eye.
We are sometimes right to look on the black side of life. There’s those days. The ones where you’re happy but you know it won’t last. And then it crashes. You crash. And fall. And it is not because you looked on the black side of life, it is just because. And we know our own pessimistic outlook on life should have been a warning, and we should have been prepared, but we weren’t. We weren’t and we never will be. And then the cycle starts again.
The hardest part of this whole situation is that neither of us knows what's going on. Neither of us knows what each others thinking and we're both trying to make decisions based on information we don't know. I'm scared to tell you my feelings just in case you don't feel the same way.
The thing is, we say these things now.
And we know how crazy it is to be
talking about a forever together, when
we don't know what forever holds.
The thing about these high school
relationships is, even through all the
uncertainty, is even then there's that
one person you mean it to. You mean it
more than you ever meant it before. And
even though deep down you feel so special,
you know it's all cliché. You know people
have been fooled before. You know people
have been wrong before but you don't care.
It feels real. It is. For now. And the
thing is, it changes you. It really does.
And I can't stop thinking
about what could have happened
if we hadn't given up on each other
Don't promise me forever. Just love me day by day.
No one knows the future. We're young, but
that's okay
I like songs about drifters, books about the same. They've always seemed to make me feel a little less insane.
You met me at the terminal
Just one more plane ride and it's done
“I don’t know how long I’ve been here, the days all run together. You’re gone, but you won’t disappear, trace of you last forever. It feels like if I hold my breath you’ll walk in any second and tell me it was all a mistake. Can’t believe that you left, and it haunts me to hold you this close. But, it hurts me more to let go, that’s why I’m still loving ghosts.”
No form of art goes beyond ordinary consciousness as film does, straight to our emotions, deep into the twilight of the soul.
A rose by any other name would still smell as sweet.
--Shakespeare
I’m a writer of fiction, the heart that you call home;
and I’ve written pages upon pages trying to rid you of my bones
Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable
than nostalgia for what we have never had
"And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain- the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head- but it was manageable. I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it."?-New Moon
Maybe we should develop a crayola bomb as our next secret weapon. A happiness weapon. A beauty bomb. And every time a crisis developed, we would launch one. It would explode high in the air, explode softly, and send thousands, millions, of little parachutes into the air. Floating down to earth, boxes of crayolas. And we we wouldn't go cheap either, not little boxes of eight. Boxes of sixty four, with the sharpener built right in. With silver, gold, copper, magenta, peach and lime, amber and umber and all the rest. People would smile and get a little funny look on their faces and cover the world with imagination. --Robert Fulghum
Never let the fear of what if stop you from letting yourself take a chance on love,
because what if this is the person your destined to spend the rest of your life with?
doubt me and i'll prove you wrong
tell me what to do and i'll tell you off
say i'm not worth it and watch where i end up
call me a bitch and i'll show you one
screw me over and i'll do it to you twice as hard
you're cynical and beautiful.
you always make a scene.
you're monochrome, delirious.
you're nothing that you seem.
i'm drowning in your vanity.
your laugh is a disease.
you're dirty and sweet.
& you know you're everything to me.
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| my biggest fear is that i'll never find another love like this one. i hadn't asked for this to happen. i didn’t want to fall. but here i am, at the bottom, completely in love with you. i'd trade everything to have you here. i'd give up everything for the feeling i feel when i'm with you. if i can't feel it again, then i don't know what i'd do. your scent, the feel of your skin against mine, the soft kisses on these warm summer nights. this is what i waited my whole life for. and i'm going to spend my entire life searching for a moment where i feel it again. and this time, when i find it, i'll never let it get away from me. i will hold him in my arms and take in everything he is. i will fall in love and have a smile that no one else can replace. and i'll whisper, "i've waited my whole life for this." and he'll say, "then you've waited long enough"
at some point maybe you should let go and give your heart what it deserves
"Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful.
And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful."
And you're turned up to top volume, and you're just sitting there in pause, with your feral little secret scratching at you with it's claws. And you're trying hard to figure out just exactly how you feel, before you end up parked and sobbing, forehead on the steering wheel
I'm tired of the silence; it seems all too common when things are standing still. I just can't describe what it feels like to be on the outside looking in. So I'm searching for that song that will make me break down, and fall to my knees in the middle of this broken street.
Remember when I said the next time would be the last time. That time came this morning' when you came in. You always had a line to change my mind, so I guess you thought I'd just let you break my heart again. You're the only one who can make my heart stand still.
Long ago and oh so far away, I fell in love with you before the second show. Your guitar, it sounds so sweet and clear, but you're not really there, it's just the radio.
We fell in love with the windows rolled down, chasing the sunset through another empty town. Your hair was a mess when you would dance on the coast. Your silhouette, like some heavenly ghost. When you're only eighteen and you have nothing to lose and you're living a dream with the sand in your shoes. You said falling in love is easy, it's easy to do.
sometimes when i let my mind run free,
it never fails and it goes right to you,
and a smile takes a hold of me.
i've missed the way your body burns when we melt alone
this is the epitome of everything you see in the movies.
and this world is a time bomb ticking,
and i think i can stop it if you help me.
i'm unraveling, unbearably empty
and if this ground gives way i just hope that you'll catch me.
i'm not your anything, and baby i never was.
i'm just scared that you'll find something a little better than nothing.
i'm scared that you'll find the best, and settle for less.
but i know in the end this will turn out wrong.
you see i've been known to fall in love.
but sometimes love just is not enough
and my heart will stray before too long.
<3 MEG
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| Let us all pray for those that were affected by the recent typhoon
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| And I just thought that you should know that I've been holding on while you've been letting go.
Blur the lines that define who I am and where I'm going to be. I break down walls and build bridges that span the sea. These hands catch fire and ignite the things I hold dearest to me, so what is the consequence when I've got the whole world at my fingertips?
I do understand the impulse.The impulse to put your hand out and want someone to be there at the end of your reach. To want someone to be close to. To want to kiss or touch even if it’s wrong. The point is you can’t control these feelings. Even if they’re wrong, they’re there.They’re always there.
Friday night beneath the stars you and I are painting pictures in the sky
Every smile you fake is so condescending counting all the scars you made.
“The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made.” —Bella Swan, New Moon
Life is a runaway train you can’t wait to jump on.
The worst thing is feeling the same as you ever did,but knowing you shouldn't, because he doesn't anymore.
One day, his name just didn't make me smile anymore.
we could pack up and leave all our things behind. no fact, or fiction, or storyline. cause I need you more than just for tonight.
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| I wish I could close my eyes and see you I wish the sky had your face And the oceans had your eyes And the sunset had your lips And I had you
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had 50 words for sand, and the Eskimos had a 100 words for snow. I wish I had a thousand words for love, but all that comes to mind is the way you move against me while you sleep, and there are no words for that.
When you heart sets its sight on someone, it doesn't consult with your mind.
A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.
Cause it's tragedy and it'll only bring you down, Now I don't know what to be without you around.
But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, And it's 2am and I'm cursing your name. You're so in love that you act insane.
Baby close your eyes Don't open til the morning light Baby don't forget You haven't lost it all yet
Happiness is just outside my window Would it crash blowing 80-miles an hour? Or is happiness a little more like knocking On your door, and you just let it in?
Made it fourteen city blocks without breathing Light breaks from the left and hits between the buildings Stoplights change their name from green to red to green again Love has its critics but they never keep many friends It's alright, this could be a rough night So hold tight, this is not a fair fight
On my knees, I'll ask last chance for one last dance, Because with you, I'd withstand, all of hell to hold your hand.
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