Rule number one is, don't sweat the small stuff.
Rule number two is, it's all small stuff.

She was often restless to the point of irritability. She simply liked to feel that she was prevented from leaving,
that she was needed.

all i know is you don't just give up on people like that.
this was an all or nothing deal and you gave me nothing.
but i gave you everything. all of me.

If I'd been someone else in a different world I would have done something different, but I was myself and the world was the world, so I was silent.

If you're planning to let me go today,
make sure you'll never come back tomorrow.

Besides, the darker the walls, the brighter the sky outside.

I'm still here because I've got nothing else to do. You're an asshole, but I'm getting used to you. I like the fact you talk incessantly. You like me so you try and make me feel like shit. I think it's kind of funny, I kind of enjoy it.

Memories were fine, but you couldn't touch them, smell them, or hold them.
They were never exactly as the moment had been, and they faded with time.

"I think I love him, but I also think that you can love people
who aren't good for you." 
Augusten Burroughs

Cause the truth is, you’re probably not as bad as I make you out to be.

you can tell a lot about people
by the way they handle four things:
a rainy day, the elderly
lost luggage, and tangled christmas lights

maybe this world is another planet's hell.

"Look, Finn, I have lived in a lot of places and I've met a lot of people and if there's one thing I've learned, it's that some people will always find a way to feel like they're better than everyone else around them. It sounds like Kayla is one of those people. She doesn't get that just because you have different experiences . . . because you like one thing and she likes another, that doesn't make her better. It just makes the two of you different. And if she thinks she's better than you, then she is just wrong. And not worth it."
-Megan Meade's Guide to the McGowan Boys

I know you're sad because it's winter. But I can promise you a spring. I know you're cold, I see you shiver. But I can promise you a spring.

I'm saying that I'm a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous,
borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me
that you're okay with that, because it's who I am,
and you're what I need.
Jeaniene Frost

addiction is trickery
for example, a man
who quit smoking for 11 years
spent 15 seconds in an elevator
smoking a cigarette
and he gave in
what i'm trying to say is
i think i love you again

I don't know. Wednesday makes two years without you. It sickens me how much time has passed.
Tell me your favorites

"And the secret is, this will hurt less and less each time.
Until you can't feel a thing."






He stared up at the stars: and it seemed to him then that they were dancers, stately and graceful, performing a dance almost infinite in its complexity. He imagined he could see the very faces of the stars; pale, they were, and smiling gently, as if they had spent so much time above the world, watching the scrambling and the joy and the pain of the people below them, that they could not help being amused every time another little human believed itself the center of its world, as each of us does.

Here comes the cold. Break out the winter clothes and find a love to call your own. When it comes to December it's obvious why no one wants to be alone at Christmas time. In the dark, on the phone. You tell me the names of your brothers and your favorite colors. I'm learning you.

it'll be okay,
because in the end,
it has to be
and when the sky crashes down,
know that you will only be drenched in blue
and
this is not a catastrophe.






At last I can see life has been patiently waiting for me. And I know there's no guarantees, but I'm not alone. There comes a time in everyone's life when all you can see are the years passing by. And I have made up my mind that those days are gone.





The world will always be beautiful in one way or another and the people you meet will always have a story to tell. So look past your glorious backyard and look towards the horizon,
find that sleepy everyday magic.





With my fingertips, I trace on your bare skin all of the things I'd like to say but cannot speak. You mean everything. There not quite words enough, to tell you all the things that you've become for me.




When you're stuck loving someone, all you wanna do is stay away. But, when that person shows even the smallest gesture of affection, all your efforts of moving on go down the drain.

"I do not want just a piece of you and a piece of your life. Even if you were able, which you are not, to give me the biggest piece, that is not what I want. I want all of you and every part of you and your day"

And when the universe has finished exploding, all the stars will slow down, like a ball that has been thrown into the air, and they will come to a halt, and they will all begin to fall toward the center of the universe again. And then there will be nothing to stop us from seeing all the stars in the world because they will all be moving toward us, gradually faster and faster, and we will know that the world is going to end soon because when we look up into the sky at night there will be no darkness, just the blazing light of billions and billions of stars, all falling.

There's nothing you could reveal about yourself that i wouldn't want to know.
Preston Burke






I have no idea how he knows when I need him. We can go weeks without speaking.
And then, when my blue moods threaten to turn black, he will show up and tell me my moods are
azure, indigo, cerulean, cobalt, periwinkle. And suddenly, the blue will not seem so dark,
more like the color of a noon-bright sky. He brings the sun.

I'm in one of those moods that nothing is really wrong in my life, but my brain keeps on insisting that there is. Or maybe it's my heart thats doing the insisting. I can't really tell. You know that feeling?

Some things, however, are true no matter how hard you might try
to block them out, and a lie is always a lie,
no matter how prettily told. Some doors, once they’re opened,
can never be closed again, just as some trust, once it’s been lost,
can never be won back.
Alice Hoffman, Blue Diary

"Scarlet, before you go through this, I want to remind you of September 7th, 1988. It was the first time that I saw you. You were reading Less Than Zero, and you were wearing a Guns 'n' Roses t-shirt. I'd never seen anything so perfect. I remember thinking that I had to have you or I'd die. Then you whispered that you loved me at the homecoming dance, and I felt so peaceful and safe because I knew that no matter what happened, from that day on, nothing can ever be that bad because I had you. And then I, uh, I grew up and I lost my way. And I blamed you for my failures. And I know that you think you have to do this today, but I don't want you to. But I guess if I love you, I should let you move on."

I got a message today that really inspired me to post. You guys help more then you know.
This month is going to be brutal. I miss you so bad it hurts.

I know you never meant to do everything you put me through. It's okay, I forgive you.
Just know when you see me cringe sometimes, I'm trying to rid the poison from my mind.

i learned too late that to leave it not the same as
being left but for some reason it feels the same
-playground; jennifer saginor





"And at some point I’ll call you and tell you I miss you. And tell you, you are the point of my day. And my face will get flushed and my throat will choke up when you tell me that you feel the same."

I wish I could pop a battery in, turn you on, and make you talk. Even pull a string for you to say anything. But with you, there is no guarantee, only an expired warranty. A bunch of broken parts and I can't seem to find your heart.






You are not boring or vain or simple or mean.
You're colorful, complex, and have a beauty that's all your own.
And for the record, you are infinitely nicer
than they give you credit for.





I want to know what you see when you look at me.”
His fingers dug into my shoulders.
“I want to know your favorite Stooge and the hour you were born
and the thing that scares you more than anything else in the world.
I want to be there when you wake up.
-Jodi Picoult

I don't think you're a slut. I've known you for five years and you don't sleep with a lot of guys, you just keep sleeping with this one. Half the time you wanna stab him with a steak knife, the other half you can't keep your hands off him. For you, that's true love.



 

You only love him because you fear he's the only one that will ever love you.

Wtoday, give a stranger one of your smiles. it might be the only sunshine he sees all day.
ell, you're the closest thing I have to bring up in a conversation about a love that didn't last, but I could never call you mine cause I could never call myself yours. And if we were really meant to be, well then we just defied destiny. It's not that our love died, it just never really bloomed.

As we grow up, we realize it becomes
less important to have more friends
and more important to have real ones.
-Laguna Beach

Sometimes someone says something really small and it just fits right into this empty place in your heart.

I don't think you're a slut. I've known you for five years and you don't sleep with a lot of guys, you just keep sleeping with this one. Half the time you wanna stab him with a steak knife, the other half you can't keep your hands off him. For you, that's true love.


 

It's times like these when all I really want to do is put on your favourite t-shirt,
curl up in a ball and sleep to dry these tears.
Never in my life did I think that I would need someone so much.

I just don't know if I wanna do it anymore, get close to somebody so they can leave again. This upcoming month is not an easy one.

Really read the quotes, Please.

Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have."
-henry rollins





If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's,
we'd grab ours back.

Alice: I simply must get through.
Doorknob: Sorry, you're much too big, simply impassible.
Alice: You mean impossible?
Doorknob: No, impassible. Nothing's impossible.
-Alice in Wonderland




" I read somewhere that if you think you're going to cry, you can recite the color of things to make it stop. green tree. red windmill. blue sky. blue jeans. blue eyes. i wanted to tell him. i wanted to tell him all of it, but that was crazy, wasn't it? i mean, i just met him. so what did i do? i asked him to tell me something. the amazing thing was that he did and when he looked at me, i felt not the rush of yesterday, when it seemed like the whole world was awake and alive and singing, but something else. something big and profound and bottomless. something that answered another question, one that i wasn't even aware that i had asked. standing there next to an overgrown mini-golf course in the middle of the woods in North Carolina, i heard an answer. and that answer was yes."





Sensitive people are so vulnerable; the more sensitive you are, the more certain you are to be brutalized, develop scabs. Never evolve. Never allow yourself to feel anything because you always feel too much.
The best kind of love is doing whats best for someone else even if it hurts.




I wanted the hard, disgusting, saddening, and empowering truth. The kind of truth that makes you seem like a lunatic to people. The truth that keeps you heavily dosed on some sort of narcotic so you don't lose your sanity.






"Yes, I’m drunk. And you’re beautiful.
And tomorrow morning, I’ll be sober but you’ll still be beautiful."

May your organs fail you before your dreams do.

"Just once I want to fall in love and not have it hurt so bad in the end.
Actually can I just have a love that doesn't end?
Or is there no such thing?"
-Allison Mosher




This is how it works, you're young until you're not, you love until you don't, you try until you can't, you laugh until you cry, you cry until you laugh and everyone must breathe until their dying breath. No, this is how it works. You peer inside yourself, you take the things you like and try to love the things you took and then you take that love you made and stick it into someone else's heart, pumping someone else's blood and walking arm in arm. You hope it don't get harmed, but even if it does, you'll just do it all again.




I don't want to get over you. I guess I could take a sleeping pill and sleep at will, and not have to go through what I go through. I guess I should take Prozac, right, and just smile all night at somebody new. Somebody not too bright but sweet and kind, who would try to get you off my mind. I could leave this agony behind, which is just what I'd do if I wanted to but I don't want to get over you.


 


I wanted to be the person he told things to. I wanted him to think I was pretty, I wanted him to be reminded of me by stuff I liked-- pistachios and hooded sweatshirts and the Dylan song "Girl from the North Country"-- and I wanted him to miss me when we were apart. I wanted him to feel, when we were lying in bed together, like he couldn't imagine anywhere better.
-Curtis Sittenfield, Prep

I love updating for you guys. I feel like i know all of you. I love your comments and I love all of you.

This is what I know about love, that it is tested every day, and what is not renewed is lost. One either chooses to care more or to care less. Once the choice is to care less, then there is no stopping the momentum of goodbye.



"People keep telling me that I fall in love too easily- that I should protect my heart, that I shouldn’t wear my heart on my sleeve…I fall in love at least 20 times a day. I fall in love with the sky and the sun and the flowers and my children. I fall in love with smiles, with music on the radio and with french fries and Dr. Pepper. I fall in love with the sound of laughter, blue jeans, accents… Sometimes I fall in love with complete strangers, especially the ones holding hands and kissing in public. The ones who aren’t afraid to be in love with the idea of being in love either….I don’t mind the pain of unrequited love so much, because I think they’re wrong. Love looks good on me."
-Natalie Anne Erlanson



You say I chose sadness, that it never once has chosen me.
Maybe you're right.



"When faced with tragedy, we gather as many people around us as we possibly can. Mere acquaintances become best friends. Enemies become kindred spirits. We need people so later we can look back and say, 'I went through that with them.' People who can remind us that what we experienced, what we felt, was real. That we were there. So on that morning in early December, when we were all roused from our cozy dorm rooms just as the gray mist of dawn had started to rise, everyone set about finding that group to cling to. Someone to link arms with to make us feel less vulnerable, less unsure. Less like the world was on the verge of caving in."





"It was stupid to think that you'd just be waiting."
"I was waiting. I feel like some part of me will always be waiting for you. Like if I'm old and blue-haired, and I turn the corner in Istanbul and there you are, I won't be surprised. Because... you're with me, you know?"
"I know."



All i've got left is everything i've been dying to say:
never let love get away.

It honestly was beautifully done
we tried to hide the daylight from the sun
even if we knew which way to head, we probably wouldn't have gone

i remember your hands
and how easily it seemed to me they could rip me open

Welcome every morning with a smile. Look on the new day as another special gift from your Creator, another golden opportunity to complete what you were unable to finish yesterday. Be a self-starter. Let your first hour set the theme of success and positive action that is certain to echo through your entire day. Today will never happen again. Don't waste it with a false start or no start at all. You were not born to fail.

I long ago learned not to picky with farewells. They weren't guaranteed, nor promised. You were lucky, Blessed even, If you got a goodbte at all.




"I may not be different, but I’m definitely not the same."
-William Dybus

Dear whoever is reading this:
You are loved. You are lovely and you are loved.
End of story.