Monday, June 21, 2010

I guess the real fact of the matter is, we don't know what tomorrow's going to bring and the only thing we really have is right now. So, don't stay mad for too long. Learn to forgive. Love with all your heart. Stay up all night. Have fun. Live your life the way you want to live it. Don't worry about the people that don't like you. Enjoy the ones who do. Have a crush. Kiss a boy. Just live life the way you want and you'll be happy with it and don't let anyone tell you you're doing it wrong.

The whole world wants you to be miserable, to put your head down, sigh to yourself and give up on being happy. Sometimes giving up seems like the only option. Don't give those little fuckers an inch. Stand your ground every chance you get.

nder the moon, it's beautiful. The stars clear the black of night when I'm with you. Nervously, I take your hand and promise you I'll take you for a ride. "Someday, we'll have it all. You and me, we're going to be famous." We'll run away from everything you hate, run away to everything you've wanted. So take my hand, let's get famous.

As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.
-Jules Renard

If you don't mind, I think I'll wear my heart on my sleeve, 'cause I'm tired of not being able to breathe.


ere's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The trouble-makers. The round heads in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules, and they have no respect for the status-quo. You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify, or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They push the human race forward. And while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see geniuses. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones that do.

f you're going to love me, love me deeply. If you're going to break my heart, then break it all. If you're going to care, care for me completely. If you decide not to hold me, then just let me fall. If you're going to stay, then stay forever and if you want to leave, then do it today. If you're going to change, change for the better. And if you're going to talk, please mean what you say.


My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn't write and in the songs I didn't sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.

I want to hear someone's life story. A stranger's. And then tell them mine. I want them to know everything about me. Those little things that I keep to myself because I'm afraid of judgment. Terrible, awful things that I lock up in the back of my head. The way someone or something makes me feel. My opinions. The truth. Everything and anything I can think of. And I want them to not hate me afterwards.

reate me, make me into everything and more. I am tired of not being enough, and you're tired of being too much. Put me in heels and curled hair and wait for morning because tonight could come too soon. You could be my morning light, and I could be your moon. I'll be your blanket when you're cold, and light up the night.

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