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I hurt. I ruined my chance. I fucked up and wasted any and every opportunity. I shouldn't have left that night. I was happy talking to him....comfortable, even. What was I thinking.
3 "Why, then, do you look at the straw in your brother’s eye, but do not consider the rafter in your own eye.
I read this story on a tumblr today and thought I'd share it with you guys as I found it extremely beneficial.
How many 13 and 14 year olds have iCrap... And how mouthy they are on the Internet.
And yet as I was feeling it, as my blood flowed fast and my brain worked overtime I felt sad, sad because I have felt like this before, I have felt euphorically happy in the past; when I was in love...
I want to write for me. I want to write for the sake of writing. For the sake of expressing. For the sake of providing an outlet to my plethora of emotions. I want to write because words are...
Maybe you're right. Maybe I'm not cut out for this. Maybe I'm not cut out for life. Maybe I should find something better. Something more reliable. Something that suits me. Maybe you're right.
I don't like that man. , I must get to know him better. I can't quite remember who said this but it is one of my all time best quotes.
Yes this is about focus, not the camera type, but the life type...
The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be ignored To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be...
And so the sky becomes a dream, I never dreamt because I'm just too busy waiting for nothing and wasting away Don't tell me it's too hard, you were never there from the start I'm not about to give...
Trying to admit to yourself that you're lonely is just as hard as trying to convince yourself that you've got more than ten fingers in your hands.
...that life doesn't end at high school. That you'll have the world to look forward to once you're done.
A programmed story on which it's reader decides to turn the pages. Every syllable, a beat of the heart, every word, a breathe, every chapter, a day, every book, a lifetime.
Last night I found myself praying.
As we grow up we learn that the one person that wasn't supposed to ever let us down probably will. You'll have your heart broken and you'll break others' hearts.
"Every other man spoke a language entirely his own, which he had figured out by private thinking; he had his own ideas and peculiar ways.
"Ugh, were the hell am I?" In yourself. "In myself. What do you mean?" You're in your mind, look around, take it in. "but it, it seems so desolated...
My name is Becky. I'm twenty three years old and I have been with my boyfriend for five years (six in October).
Friends. A simple word isn't it. It's uttered everyday to almost every person imaginable. Who are your friends. I used to think that friends were the people that you could laugh and talk to.
I knew some time ago that my passion is "efficiency",of "form and function",to me this means the persuit of essence, Beauty, simplicity, understated sophistication, quality, luxury of design, looks...
For me, love and hate are of the same family. I adore with extreme passion that it can portray itself violently.
Popular- i meen come on at school, theres these groups popular kids, geeks, football jocks, science people, and then theres all the rest but come on wat does the word popular really meen.
In the depths of the dark night, i wonder. I wonder about everything. In comparison to the universe, i am a nothing. I am but a miniscule speck on the surface of a tiny, tiny planet.