They say being stubborn is a bad thing. I say the hell with them, it's called the pursuit of dreams.
My head and my heart are in counter rotation, I know he cares But it feels so lonesome. Who am I to complain. Who am I to take for granted This boy who really cares Yet he leaves me so vacant.
The box of chocolates I bought you is still in my backpack. I was hoping that you would hand me a card and i would give you back the chocolates, but that never happened.
Coach don't you see me trying my best. Just like everyone else I have plans, I have goals, and just like everyone else I deserve to achieve those goals.
I just realized how much I hate the word skinny. It implies that no work went into looking the way you do. Skinny is derogatory and should never be used as a compliment, at least not to me.
Never mind. I find that the only time I can actually write something of good quality is when I have something that is worth reading. Right now is not one of those times..
There was a time I set out onto the open road every day. Each rainstorm, each heat wave, each successive run and its shortening daylight, we saw it all.
Stories are fun to tell. It's a good exercise for your imagination. Go out there and tell a story.
It's my fault. Too long I had to be accepting. For too many years I needed to be tough and strong. And now you have entered my life deceived by my appearance. I am not always strong.
The fact that my life feels like a Taylor Swift song... It's not good..
I live off of astonishment. Breath in doubt and breath out flames. The heat might burn you. Not me, the scars are a shield. I drop kick their opinions. Out into space.
When I'm sick you make me laugh, and that sore throat seems to go away. When I'm scared you will grab my hand and just hold it tightly.
I guess I'm against the idea of home decor. Our homes should have pictures, memorabilia, and trophies. Our homes should reflect us as individuals, not our culture.
My values and plans themselves do not scare me. No, what scares me is that they are exactly what is expected out of me.
Your palm gets a little sweaty when we hold hands, but I don't care; it reminds me you are there. You miss sometimes when you kiss me on the cheek, but I don't care; you can kiss my hair..
Standing on top of the mountain, I took a long and deep breath, taking in the beauty.
I didn't want to hang up the phone. I hoped that somehow, although the goodbye was inevitable, I would be able to keep you talking long enough that you would magically appear next to me.
No sir, you cannot subordinate me because I lack god given speed. No sir, winning a race doesn't mean they are the only few excellent ones. No sir, excellence doesn't mean physical ability.
They don't know how early I rise, can't feel the pain I disguise. But don't you see the daggers in my eyes?.
The moon is bright tonight. Do you care. It's right outside my window- do you see it too. Do you wish it could stay. Just for me and you?.
Do we fear what we know least. Or is it that which we know most. Certainly the more dangerousness of the two is the latter.
Bursting through the dirt Rocks sand mud Dirt. Shooting through and up Sky clouds sun Up. Soaking earned light Radiance white heaven Light. No longer seeds of glory Victory brilliance pain Glory..
The future shouldn't scare us but the present should.
I never knew Why. I never said I Would ever need My Hand held By Someone. But I Lie. He walked on By. Still makes me Sigh. But I will not Cry. Not for that Guy. Until I Die My cheeks will be Dry..
They say being stubborn is a bad thing. I say the hell with them, it's called the pursuit of dreams..
To my left Is your desk. It was empty That day And I thought It would never be Filled. The space Where your notebook Would sit, I looked at that space And I thought it wouldn't Be filled.
It's been 44 hours and everything has changed. Just 44 hours and what we had we don't have, what we were we are no longer. And the worst part is that I can't even remember why.
I said it and it came out completely wrong. I looked up at your face and I almost died right then. You didn't say a word. And I tried to tell you why but it didn't make sense.
You make it so hard for me to break up with you. But I have to. It's just not working out. But you're too likable with your nerdy little smile, everyone loves you, and everyone loves us.
Ill try to be classy as hell, don't worry. Ill try to do it right, but the right way takes guts, and frankly you make that very difficult.
After everything funny he says, he will check back to see if you laughed too.
It was so hard not to say yes. I might always hate you for that. Everybody loved you, and you wanted me. But that wasn't fair, no not at all. Because if I said no, I would be the bad guy.
She had on a pair of sunglasses and golden brown hair with those waves every girl wants to have.
I tucked my chin into my coat and I dug my hands down deep into those wool pockets, Hoping that once I stepped out I could have something to hold onto, In case you weren't there.
Make it a struggle. Leave them wonder struck. Don't give them anything to hold onto. No looks of reverence. No condescending curve of the mouth. Eyes cold as stone, but stone daggers. Heart of gold.
Green. It was all green and the air was that still hotness that promised so much, that would stay long enough for the dreamers to believe they still had time.