No matter how many plans we make or steps we follow, we never know how our day is going to end up. We'd prefer to know, of course, what curve balls will be thrown our way. It's the accidents that always turn out to be the most interesting parts of our day, the people we never expected to show up, a turn of events we never would have chose for ourselves. All of a sudden you find yourself somewhere you never expected to be and it's nice, or it takes some getting used to. Still, maybe you’ll find yourself appreciating it somewhere down the line. So you go to sleep each night thinking about tomorrow, going over your plans, preparing for them, and hoping that whatever accidents come your way will be happy ones.

The secret isn't to find someone you love spending time with - I love spending time with a lot of people. The secret isn't to find someone that you find attractive - I find a lot of people attractive for many different reasons. The secret isn't to find someone who is nice - there are tons of nice people in the world. The secret is to find someone who wants exactly what you want. Someone who is ready to give you all they've got, and in turn be ready to accept all the love you have to give. The world is filled with people in relationship teeter-totters of "loves you more" & "I have to act mean so they will like me back" or "I am just not ready." Please do not waste any more of your precious time. You are an amazing creature. You deserve to be loved until your insides melt. Don't give up on all the things you want. When you meet the right person you will have zero doubt in your mind. Zero.

was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.

I think everything in life is art. What you do, how you dress, the way you love someone and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea, how you decorate your home, or party. Your grocery list, the food you make, how your writing looks, and the way you feel. Life is art.

I kinda just wanna run away. Not cause things are bad, or cause there's something to run from, just cause there's nothing in particular keeping me here.

Well I don't know where I’ll go now and i don't really care who follows me there, but I’ll burn every bridge that I cross and find some beautiful place to get lost.

I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgments or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.

nd if this was a movie, I'd walk right up to you and kiss you like i've wanted to for these past two months.

But it's not.So I won't.

Just say yes, just say there’s nothing holding you back. It’s not a test nor a trick of the mind, only love. Just say yes, because I’m aching and I know you are too for the touch of the warm skin as I breathe you in. I can feel your heart beat through my shirt. This was all I wanted, all I wanted from you.

have been waiting for July to come around. I hear the summer whispering the things to come. We have been waiting for the sun to show it's face. Thank you sweet winter, but now we're desperate to move on. Go beyond the worst we've known and build ourselves a brand new home. Maybe then we'll find the time we've lost. Set us free sweet summer day, we've been waiting much too long for you to come. Save me from the worst I've known and let me relive the days I've blown away. Time has changed so quickly. It's a shame we have lost so many things that we will never find again. But it doesn't matter anymore anyways.

If you've ever had one of those times when you've clutched a pen or something else in your hand for a long time, only to look down and be surprised that you are still holding it long after your need for it had passed, you'll understand sometimes we get so use to holding that we forget to let go.

I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.

We're all made of stories. When they finally put us underground, the stories are what will go on. Not forever, perhaps, but for a time. It's a kind of immortality, I suppose bounded by limits. It's true, but then so is everything.

but she had that laugh, and the sound of it was so beautiful that when you heard it, it was as if your eyes saw her through your ears and she was transformed

Living up to another person's expectation is not my thing, you can't hold a wall against me and expect me to climb. I won't climb, I’ll just break it down.

There were inconceivable sparkles and glitter floating between our bodies that night. The atmosphere, the tired eyes, everything felt just right. You lit up my life, so I sought out your shine. I managed to make you mine. What a waste of time.

Dreamers. You see everything in color, while the world is getting darker. Love is on it's way.

What I can remember is a lot like water trickling down a page of the most beautiful colors. I can't quite put my finger down on the moment that I became like this. You see, I’m the bravest girl you'll ever come to meet. Yet I shrink down to nothing at the thought of someone really seeing me. I think my heart is wrapped around and tangled up in winding weeds but I don't want to go on living being so afraid of showing someone else my imperfections. And even though my feet are trembling and every word I say comes out stumbling, I will bare it all. Watch me unfold.

I used to be such a burning example. I used to be so original. I used to care I was being cared for. Made sure I showed it to those that I love. I used to pray like God was listening. I used to make my parents proud. I was the glue that kept my friends together. Now they don't talk and we don't go out. I used to know the name of every person I'd kissed. Now I made this bed and I can't fall asleep in it.

There's a lot to have taken in over the years. All the smiles, the laughs, the tears, and the frowns. They've made us who we are today. The struggles only made us stronger, and the despairs made us wiser. If there's one thing we should keep with us, it's that life has it's purpose, and nothing was put on this planet to bring you down.

You may see yourself trapped in a black abyss with no way out. Everything just crumbles around you and you are left alone in the darkness. Utterly lost. But there is a way out... there is an escape. You just can't see it in the blackness, but just as the stars are still there during an overcast night, the hope is there. You can't see it, but as long as you believe in it, you'll be okay. And eventually, this hope will take you hand in hand away from the darkness. You'll once again realize that there is some good in the world. Yes, the bad is still there, and must be recognized, but you must acknowledge and appreciate the good. Throughout everything you must continue to have faith, continue to have hope. And once you have achieved this, you will be able to sit comfortably in the blackness, aware of the dark around you but instead focusing on the beauty of the stars.

[1] It’s not that easy to win over a girl’s heart. You can’t just look into her eyes and say ‘I love you’ and think she’ll instantly fall in love with you. You have to get to know her and show that you love her just the way she is. You have to be able to handle her when she’s mad, comfort her when she’s sad, and leave her be when she’s feeling independent. You don’t have to buy her the most expensive gifts all the time; as long as you mean everything you say and keep all the promises you make, you’ll be okay. So don’t rush things, take your time. and when you finally do tell her that you love her, make sure you truly mean it. Because chances are she needs another broken heart like you need a hole in the head

[2] I remember, right before we broke up, you were leaving the football game. and you kissed me, something you always did before you left. then, as you were going to walk away I grabbed your arm and kissed you again. long, and i made sure it was perfect. it's weird. it's almost as if my heart was telling me, "this is going to be your last kiss with him. so kiss him again."

[3] You say that the way I feel, it's all just chemicals in my brain. It's all just strange air in my atmosphere. It's all just new colors in my rivers. But you are my industry. You are my factory. You are my smoke stacks. You are my production line. You are my cheap sneakers. You are my fast food. And I'm a planet you once called home, that's nearly out of air.

[4] Maybe that’s just growing up. When you’re young, you tell yourself things like "Well, if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to be" as if that actually meant something, just because it sounds like it does. I think you can say something like that so blithely because you expect to stumble onto something else just as wonderful just around the next bend in the road. But people are rare perfect unique things, and just because everyone really does live a life full of farewells doesn’t mean you shouldn’t at least realize what it really means to say goodbye to something that meant everything. Just because you will survive and get over it doesn’t mean you should let it go.

[5] How many moments in your life can you point to and say, "That's when it all changed?

[6] I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.

[7] I was paying attention even when I told myself I wasn't. If his voice hasn't been the melody of my life, it's been the bass line, so subtle you don't notice it until it's missing.

[8] Everyone's heartbroken nowadays, but I mean, we all just have to move on. What’s the point of reminiscing when you know the person is no longer worthwhile; when they’re no longer who they used to be? When their heart is somewhere else? Do you think they still care for you, still sit there thinking about you? Because frankly, they don’t.

[9] I don't do crowds, I'd like to have company during thunderstorms, I'd like you to fall for me but it would soon turn lousy and wrong, I meant what I said, I don't want money, I just want to be wonderful.

[10] When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every part of your body. No… don’t blush. I am telling you some truths. For that is just being in love; which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over, when being in love has burned away. Doesn’t sound very exciting, does it? But it is!

She is my rock and my rolling thunder

I've been the spell she was under

I, I love that girl

She is my cigarettes and champagne

She's got me strung but I'm not running

I, I love that girl

I, I love that girl

She is the days I can't get over

She is the nights that I call home, endlessly

For you I'll always wait

Caught in the waves of hesitation

Lost in the sea of my own doubt, endlessly

For you I'll always wait

For you I'll always wait

She is the flame and the fire she's raging

I've been the spark and the war she's waging

I, I love that girl

She came along and she spoke so sweetly

Changed everything, took my heart completely

I, I love that girl

I, I love that girl

She is the days I can't get over

She is the nights that I call home, endlessly

For you I'll always wait

Caught in the waves of hesitation

Lost in the sea of my own doubt, endlessly

For you I'll always wait

And the city buzz and empty cars

3 a.m. I wonder where you are

And the crooked smiles, the worn out miles between us

Now I wonder where you are

She is the days I can't get over

She is the nights that I call home, endlessly

For you I'll always wait

Caught in the waves of hesitation

Lost in the sea of my own doubt, endlessly

For you I'll always wait

For you I'll always wait

For you I'll always wait

You say the reason things fall to the ground is because of gravity. I say that gravity is a word, a name you gave to a small aspect of the magic that surrounds you on a daily basis. Electricity is another name for magic. Wind is another name for magic. Water is another name for magic. Love is another name for magic. We all live in a magical place.

It was a bright afternoon out in front of your school. You walked down the steps. And I loved you. 'Cause I could see your heart. You held it before you for everyone to see. And I worried that it would be bruised or torn. And more than anything in my life I wanted to keep it safe, to warm it with my own.

Love isn't him calming you down when you yell. It's him yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and keep you grounded. It isn't him bringing you roses everyday or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable. It's after a long fight, that drains the life and bones out of both of you, and yet him showing up at your door the next morning anyway. It's not him saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. It's not him caressing your hair and telling you everything is going to be alright. It's him standing there, admitting he's just as scared as you are. You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved. You've unknowingly put your life, your heart into the palms of another person's hands and said, "Here. Do what you will. Mash it into mince meat, or forget I ever handed it to you"