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This is why I love Anna. She is an amazing person who might care about what people think, but in reality, she doesn’t let it bother her. 

I can relate to this song so much and cried when I saw her cry towards the ending. I can almost feel her pain (in a not creepy way). I respect her so much and know that shes going to be fine, because she is an AMAZING person who has helped me so much. 

so Anna, If you ever read this, I want to thank you for making me feel better and I will never forget the day I met you at the dmv and thanked you for saving my life. You are awesome kid!

I’ve Been

I’ve been waiting far too long
I’ve been singing this same old song 
Time to pick myself up from the ground
I’ll be okay when you’re no longer around

Tired of being the victim
Gonna rewrite non-fiction 
Won’t listen to him when he says what I’m doing won’t ever have conviction
Sick of playing the part
Of a girl with a broken heart 
Time to take a stand, let go of your hand, and find a brand new start

I’ve been quiet, I’ve been good
I’ve done everything I should 
But still the end is coming
And I just can’t stop running
Baby you misunderstood

I’ve been waiting far too long
I’ve been singing this same old song
Time to pick myself up from the floor
I’ll be okay when I walk out that door

Just for future reference, don’t use words like “love” anymore. It’s a very sensitive word and it wears out quickly. Romeo barely says it, but John Hinckley filled up a whole journal with it. To put it into your terms, it’s a currency that’s easily devalued. Pretty soon you’re saying it whenever you hang up the phone or whenever you leave. It turns into an apology. Then it’s an excuse. Some assholes want it to be a bulletproof vest: don’t hate me; I love you. But mostly it just means—more. More, more—give me something more. A couple of years from now, when you’re on your own completely, if you really fall in love, if it really comes to that—and I pity you if it does—you have to look right down into the black of her eyes, right down into the emptiness in there and feel everything, absolutely everything she needs and you have to be willing to drown in it, Kevin. You’d have to want to be crushed, buried alive. Because that’s what real love feels like—choking. They used to bury some women in their wedding dresses, you know. I thought it was because all those husbands were too cheap to spring for another gown, but now it makes sense: love is your first foot in the grave. That’s why the second most abused word is “forever”.
Hot Plastic (Peter Craig)

(Source: wordsthat-speak)

I don’t want to see anyone. I lie in the bedroom with the curtains drawn and nothingness washing over me like a sluggish wave. Whatever is happening to me is my own fault. I have done something wrong, something so huge I can’t even see it, something that’s drowning me. I am inadequate and stupid, without worth. I might as well be dead.
Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via quotes-shape-us)
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