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| I know it's been forever. Years actually. But for anyone still on here I just wanted to say thank you. One million times. I had no idea the actual amount of support this site has provided me with since Tumblr. I have been insanely grateful recieving messages from you guys on Tumblr and I am beyond thrilled to have been able to help so many of you in any way. I'm use Tumblr almost everyday and I do have an ask box where anyone can get in contact with me. Feel free to stop by and I hope you all are doing wonderfully. All best, Kara
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| I think we may have outgrown eachother, Xanga. You have been one of my greatest medicines over the past 4 or 5 years. I have spilled my heart out to you. You have allowed me to rant, to find comfort in strangers, and to post anything and everything I can find beauty in or relate to at all. To all of you who follow religiously, once in a while, or just so happen to stumble upon this site for the first time today; Thank you. For listening and for commenting and making me feel not so entirely alone. If any quotes or pictures or lyrics i've ever posted has healed or helped you the way they do for me, then i'm beyond happy. I don't know what it is about finding the perfect quote or lyric or image that describes exactly what your going through, but it has been one of my greatest therapys. I have a tumblr; Feel free to follow, http://everythingoodwastaken.tumblr.com/ If not, you have been good to me xanga. I hope you all have beautiful lives.
<3, Kara 
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| I'm not so sure you guys follow anymore. But every quote/picture in this update somehow applies to my life right now and I hope you enjoy.
“The average person tells 4 lies a day, and 1460 a year. A total of 88,000 by the age of 6. And the most common lie is I’m fine.”
And sometimes someone can mean so much to you, not even the truth can change your mind.
It was the sort of beauty you feel so deeply it becomes contagious and somehow makes you feel beautiful too.
I met an old mistake walking down the street today. I didn't wanna be mean about it. I couldn't think of one good thing to say.
It was one of those uncommon moments. Those times when you don't wish for something else. For even one thing to be different. When you have no other needs and no worriers. Where your insides are calm.
And everything you were ever restless about, anything that had ever given you angst is quieted to stillness.
Even if you think the flame has died, there's a least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as fucked as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see him again. - John Mayer
Loneliness is having no one to miss.
I used to listen to it all the time when I was little and thinking about grown-up things. I would go to my bedroom window and stare at my reflection in the glass and the trees behind it and just listen to the song for hours. I decided then that when I met someone I thought was as beautiful as the song, I should give it to that person.
And I didn't mean beautiful on the outside. I meant beautiful in all ways
Sometimes I think that we waste our words,
we waste our moments and we don't take the time
to say the things that are in our hearts
when we have the chance.
I couldn't help wondering if that was what God put me on earth for - to find out how much a man could take without breaking.
"I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why.Little, nothing touches, my fingers against his shoulder, the outsides of our thighs touching as we squeeled together on the bus. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stiching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of thousands of fingers brushing against each other does it take to make love?" -Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
I screamed every hurtful word that I could think of. And what killed me is that they didn't hurt you at all. You didn't care what I said, you never have.
If you expect terrible things, then they don't surprise you, and all good things are like wonderful gifts.
Every so often I can hardly remember the sound of your voice or the awkward rhythm in your walk, I'm losing you all over again
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I want to know how it feels to be useful and pertinent and have common sense, yeah. Let me in, let me into the club cause I want to belong, and I need to get strong.
And if memory serves, I'm addicted to words and they're useless.
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I cannot say your heart should change but I can tell you this: we're wasting our time losing our sleep on things we think we've missed.
I'm sorry I didn't sound more excited on the phone. I'm sorry that after all these years, I've left you feeling unrequited and alone, brought you to tears.
Memories are silent things.
 
People should be able to love whoever the fuck they wanna love and no matter what you believe, you should be allowed to live your life the way you wanna live it.
-Alex Gaskarth
"Why does kissing you feel so good? Even though it ain’t allowed. I know we shouldn’t. Why does holding hands feel so right? Got a bruise on my pinky ring from holding too tight.
and i still remember how it all came back together, just to fall apart again.
"We become attached to what’s familiar and sometimes we hold onto things that are safe and predictable even if they are bad for us. You aren’t some knight in shining armor. You’re just a guy who’s grown tired of screwing the same girl and you feel guilty about it. You think that sucks? Why don’t you try being the one who has to wonder why all the people she loves don’t love her back."
dear eyelashes, wishbones, dandelions, pennies,
shooting starts, 11:11 and birthday candles.
do your job
"Peeling the label off of your water bottle may seem like a good idea at the time, but you’ll regret it. And don’t think, “Nah, this time I won’t get that sticky shit on my hand.” You will. don’t do it."
well these days when i look back,
i know i’m blessed to have been loved like that;
i still miss you everyday
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| So much isn't right. I keep saying I hate you in hopes that i'll soon believe it.
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After a while you learn the subtle difference between
holding a hand and chaining a soul.
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning,
and company doesn’t always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses are not contracts,
and present's aren’t promises.
And you begin to accept your defeats
with your head up and your eyes ahead.
With the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you learn
To build all your roads on today,
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns
if you get too much…
So, you plant your own garden,
and decorate your own soul...
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure…
you really are strong,
you really do have worth.
And you learn, and you learn
with every goodbye,
You Learn.
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If you expect terrible things, then they don't surprise you, and all good things are like wonderful gifts.
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You can't do this. You can't put one relationship on hold for another. It's
like call waiting, you leave one person on hold long enough and they're gonna hang up.
I had always thought of myself as aware and thoughtful, but it had occurred to me that most people believed this of themselves. Even as they cheated on their lovers and averted their eyes from the homeless. You could ask a wife beater if he was a good person and he'd probably say yes.
“I guess if ever you were to ask me whether it was worth it, I would say yes. But still, it hurts.”
You just cry each time you think of when times were good
And strive for understanding over being understood
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How strange it is to be anything at all?
That's just the problem with me these days; I'm walking on eggshells.Nothing ever goes wrong and nothing ever goes right. I don't know how to get help and everything is perfect. But nothing ever moves me.
How do I keep dying just for you?
You're a dirty word My mother washed my mouth for using It's funny how we complicate the two.
In life we learn a lot of things. Which movie theaters have cup holders, which classmate is most reliable to cheat off of, how to give and take advice, how and why to love, which roads harbor hidden cops, times to laugh or cry, and which towns have your bank's branch. But among the most important things we learn is this; just because we argue doesn't mean there's no love, and just because we aren't related doesn't mean we aren't family.
I love you and I probably always will. But, we go days without having a meaningful conversation. And, I used to miss you so much when that happened. But it never seemed like you missed me and I guess because of it, I stopped missing you.
Memories are silent things.
And sometimes someone can mean so much to you, not even the truth can change your mind.
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| I'm running out of ways to say I miss you.
it made me wonder how many times we forgive just because we don’t want to lose someone, even if they don’t deserve our forgiveness.
All I'd ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.
"The suns always up somewhere", she said.
"And even a broken clocks right twice a day."
I have come to believe that this life I'm wearing will never really fit.
When your family calls, you make nice to them all and assure them you're fine, you're great. Then you cry in the bath, cry so hard that you laugh, then watch television till late. Who do you need? Nobody.
For now we are young, let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see
When you hugged me, that was when I really started to cry.
It was when it actually hit me. No heaves and sighs,
just tears flowing down my cheeks.
Most people would have just given me a hug and let go,
but you held on like you were trying to make sense out of all of it too.
It was like you needed the hug just as much as I did.
everytime i think everything is going really well, i mean, i try really hard - it all fucks up.
and i think that maybe i'm just one of those people that doesn't deserve to be happy.
One day they will declare a war, and no one will come.
I hope you guys still follow. I'm still here.
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