February 2010
January 2010
3113) I cry all the time and I don't know why. ...
bigwordsandbighearts:
xwayshefeels:
(via theblogforyou)
Know now what I knew then
The days when we talk for hours. We are young; we have super powers. we kiss the sky expand our minds, think we can fly. we are dreamers and we never die. were young punks but we show potential us against the world, we aren’t sentimental. we aren’t our problems, our age or our paychecks, we we won’t take anybody’s shit. The winter is cold but we have our living rooms this...
Looking around and realizing how happy you are seeing friends you love beside you laughing being able to laugh with them.. being able to have someone who I don’t need to try to laugh with. then crying because all you want is someone else to be there with you, being able to cry on there shoulders, literally. “You think you’re gonna chill in your dark ass kitchen alone? no.”
i just wanna get the fuck out of my head and out of my heart
I’m not worried about falling and breaking, I’m used to that. I’m worried you’ll hear every last whisper inside my head I’m worried you’ll hear it all, and that you’ll understand. that You’ll understand and instantly wish you didn’t. That’s what keeps me up at night. that and you’re god damn smile. Yeah, but it’s okay because...
“I could find the whole meaning of life in you’re sad eyes”
– the waitress
