Problems, Schmoblems
Part of the problem is thinking you are the only one who has it. Out of 7 billion people..
Of dreams and realizations.
Part of the problem is thinking you are the only one who has it. Out of 7 billion people..
The hurt, the pain, the guilt, the shame. I wish you'd see how I was doing now..
I can't wait to be over you.
I love you. I've been holding this in for a really long time. I just need you to know. I love you. I'm in love with you..
If you're wondering why everybody is looking at you, realize, you're looking too..
I just sat here, with my friend judging me, humiliating me. She was right but it hurt all the same..
Melanie felt numb. The rain was pooring over her as if she was part of the garden. She looked at her dad, who was only a shadow leaning over her best friend.
I love those little moments that feel like a big coincidence and make you, against knowledge, realism and mathematical possibilities, feel warm and special inside..
It's true. Life is messy. It will never be predictable or clear. It won't give you straight answers or everything you wished for. But finding the beauty in it isn't about all of that.
People always say you gave to live life to the fullest, enjoy as if every day can be your last. And I do. But now I'm starting to think that those people don't really know what they mean.
I think you have to be completely and utterly in love with what you're doing and be able to give everything up in order to achieve it. - Student pianist on BBC Radio 3, just now.
If you're not sure it's love, it's probably not. So I'm not saying I'm in love with you.
Readers think that what they encounter is special and unique. Writers know it's not and but make it interpretable for everyone else..
When it comes to all or nothing with you, as much as I rationally know we're never going to work, as often as it has proven to fail, as fickle as your heart is, as uncertain as loving you is, even...
You annoy me, you make me uninspired, you drag me down, you're selfish and you are a child. And at the end of the day, I find myself missing you..
If there ever was a way to fall out of love, you showed it to me.
Do you love the person you are with because he/she is THE one. Or because he/she's SOMEone?.
I was fine, until you showed up. You made me care when I really didn't want to. You made me expect the best when I was aiming for the worst.
You guys are magnets. You belong together but you're just facing the wrong way..
I can't tell you how I feel. Afraid of what you might think, what you might feel. I can't tell you how much I like you. How you touched my soul.
Music can lift you up. It knows you, talks to you and reflects you better than anything. It's made for you in every way imaginable.
I'm at work right now but I'm experience a need to put something into words. I have never wanted to write this much ever and it makes me feel complete. So here's: "something"..