January 2010
It should of been me and you
jennyjen:
It could of been you and me
You are the single most important person in my life. One thing I’ve come to realize is love isn’t always happiness. There are tears, anger, confusion, fears, but at the same time there are smiles, laughter, joy, & understanding. All of those things can happen. That’s why love is such an emotional thing. You can feel so many different emotions at the same time. That`s why...
You call me up and ask me quietly, if I would like to meet you for a drink. And when I got there, you just looked at me as you spoke to yourself, “If you take me home tonight, I know that we will kiss. One of us will fall in love and it will be a mess, but if you want to take that chance then please just let me know.” I slammed my glass down on the bar and said, “Grab your coat....
Well I’ve been here before, Ive sat on the floor, in a grey, grey room. Where I stay in all day, I don’t eat but I play with this grey, grey food. I’m all alone again, crawling back home again, stuck by the phone again. Yeah well I’ve been here before, sat on a floor in a grey, grey mood. Where I stay up all night, and all that I write is a grey, grey tune. Have I still got...
“When I grab your neck I touch your soul. Take off your coat, then lose control”
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(via didge) no worries sweetie
Love is when you look back on all the great memories, and find out that the one you least expected to fall in love with, becomes the one of your dreams.
I love how you hold me. I love how you tell me I’m beautiful. I love how you look at me funny when I say something stupid. I love how you make me happy. I love how you smile when I see you. I love how you laugh when I say something...
I wait up for you; you don’t wake up for me. Would you like the company or are you sick of me? When your love lets you go, you only want love more. Even when love wasn’t what you were looking for. Speak slow; tell me, love, where do we go? Break down and plead your case, I don’t know what to say. I leave my heart all this pain and now I’m at it all again.
“You know, sometimes it seems things go by too quickly. We’re so busy watching...”
– Calvin and Hobbes.
it'd be safer to hate her, than to love her and...
rantsraveandreblogs:
it’d be safer to hate her, all around
I think I might stop talking to you; because when we do talk, we talk for either hours or only a couple minutes;; then, we never talk again until a couple weeks have past.. but that conversation is the exact conversation we had before; its like starting over again and again & during those couple of weeks that we don’t talk, I can’t get you off my mind & cry myself to sleep and wishing that...
When I’m not there, do you think of me? When you’re sad and something’s bothering you, do you wish I were there to help comfort you? When you’ve had a long hard day, do you smile knowing that soon you’ll be seeing me and everything will seem better, even if it’s just for a moment? When you lay down at night, do you look back and cherish the new memories...
And there’s that one moment, the one moment when you’ve figured out how much you’ve really let go, how much you’ve grown. It takes you back a step and makes you think. It’s that moment when you can’t look back yet you can’t seem to look too far into the future. It’s that moment when you realize you’re living for yourself and no one else
Memories like fireflies, a green hue of imagery, but much too random to see clearly. And I don’t recall much between you and me. Grey and cloudy the tragedy plays itself over again in my mind. What’s my life? Where are the cue cards? Memorize my actions, my discourse, like a discontented fool. This just won’t do, it’s no use these crushing days. Absence made your heart...
I like dead end signs. I think they’re considerate. At least they have the decency to tell you when you’re going no where.
