Sometimes it’s easier to just not care. You know?
Carmenchenying
@carmenchenying
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I enjoy being different, don't you?
“It’s funny how the less you talk, the more you begin to realize it was not meant to be. It’s funny how slow it began, and how fast it ended. It’s funny how in the beginning he liked you, but in the end he liked someone else. It’s funny how he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.”
— (via thelovewhisperer)
“I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”
— John Green, The Fault In Our Stars (via 4mbivalent)
You should never cry yourself to sleep before valentines day. You’d wake up feeling incredibly horrible and alone.
The Best Part Of Being Alone
There are times when the thing we fear most — more than heights or snakes or even death — is being alone. We think of it more as a concept than as a constantly-fluctuating state of being. “Alone” is something that befalls you, something that follows you around like an ominous storm cloud on the corner of a clear summer sky. It is something you become almost, something that takes you over and makes everything inherently different, inherently less pleasant. We fear it because we’re taught that if we’re alone, it is a symptom of a greater moral failing, something that we could not do or be in our own lives which brought us to the point where no one cares, where no one wants to be around.
We have so much personal value placed in how many people want to be in our lives at any given moment. If someone were to leave you — whether a long-term friend or someone you had planned on marrying — there is a second, more important part of the story which has to do with you not being able to keep them. The implication is always that, if you had your way, they would still be around. The fact that you are now, at this moment, sitting alone in this coffee shop with this book to yourself, means that you were deeply hurt at some point back up the road and have serious regrets about where you’ve arrived. We see someone in the corner of the restaurant having a meal for one, and our first response is always pity. We pity the person they are in this moment at least partially because we pity all the things that must have happened to get them there.
guys im literally so out of shape like internet explorer could probably run faster then me
(via black-bloodheart)
Thoughtless
There’s a kite caught in a tree not far from here, it reminds me of you and me and our desperate love. Cause I can’t fly when you smother me, but I’ll just fall to the ground without you, and our desperate love. You were the saddest song that I could sing. You were a broken bridge dropping a thousand feet. You’re my reason to try be everything. You were a starving child on a TV screen. You were the ship beneath a storm mounting. You’re the broken hands on a pianist. You’re lost.
And there’s a boy made of glass who stays out the rain. Cause he’ll slip, and he’ll fall, and he’ll break, and then he’ll be gone. But there’s a girl made of concrete who holds his hand. She knows just want he wants, what he needs so he won’t go smash under her. You’re the only place I really belong. You’re the line I scream in my favourite song. You’re a mistake I made, that I won’t admit was one. You’re a boiling day led out in the sun. When we’re all happy, and we love everyone. You bring me to think of what I’ll become cause I’m scared.
You just seem to know me so well. And I cant remember anything before you came around. It’s a joke to say I’d ever been as happy, but I am now.
And you just seem to know me so well. You were beautiful when you fell asleep, then you’d sit up awake and you’d talk to me. Tell me everything’s going to be okay and will heal. You were a screaming mess on a hospital bed. You were a violent night thats ended in death. You were a 100 feet of emptiness below. You’re an accident in a roadside stare. You’re a statue in a broken monument. You’re a microphone picking up everything that I say. You’re a little girl trapped in an old deep well. You’re a time long ago, when I could still really feel. Like I was still alive, when I could feel your hands on my skin. You’re the cruelest thoughts, that I could never tell. You’re the waving hands of my hardest farewell. You’re a daydream I won’t ever wake from.
Everything I hate, I love, I need.
(Source: youtube.com)
