You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before and she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect – you aren’t either, and the two of you may not be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold on to her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break – her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she is not there.
- Bob Marley
Alone people don't like to hear about the together people...It's just sort of mean. It's sort of like bringing a 6-pack to an AA meeting.
So speak your mind. Tell me why we used to share secrets, and now we share distance. We both know this isn't the way it should be.
When the world is not enough, come back to me. When your dreams have lost their touch, come back to me. When you're tired of chasing rainbows, that never do end and nothing in this world is good enough, just come back to me again.
I’m blasting my music so that I won’t hear my thoughts, but it's so stupid because the lyrics remind me of what I’m trying to forget. How in the world did you manage to get all these people to sing about you?
"My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing."
I know you've heard that I'm doing just fine, that I'm happy now and I have someone that's mine. But if you only knew what I still feel for you, I've played pretend well, I tried loving him too.
Trust me, I'm not lying. I do miss you deep down inside. You told me that I wouldn't lose you, yet I lost you. You told me you wanted to spend time with me, but I didn't get my chance to. Somehow I should of expected this to happen, but I didn't let it bother me. It's kind of like I wanted it to happen. You said things that no one has ever said to me and you opened my eyes to what surrounds me. You made me realize that I had a lot more than I actually thought and no one has made me feel so loved like you did. You taught me how to love. You taught me to not only love myself, but you taught me how to love others. Whether you believe it or not, I fell in love with you.
You've got to accept the fact that life isn't a fairytale. Things aren't alwayshappily ever after. Things like magic wishes, Prince Charmings, and true love don't happen in real life. Magic wishes come from money, Prince Charming's a shallow idiot with a bad haircut and overpriced clothes. And true love?Ha! True love is one-sided, Ace. You love him, he loves someone else. He loves you, you love someone else. Never quite works out, does it? So you end up with some actor pretending to be your true love. Real considerate of someone to let you know reality was like that before being thrown into it. "If you wish,it'll happen." Well, wish in one hand and crap in the other and see which one fills up faster. Welcome to reality. Enjoy your stay.
So how do I do normal? A smile I fake, the permenant wave of cue-cards and fix-it kits. Can't you tell? I'm not myself; I'm a slow motion accident, lost in coffee rings and fingerprints. I don't wanna feel anything but I do, and it all comes back to you.
The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.
Without you I don't have A place that's safe from all the monsters That hide in my head & keep me 'til dawn
How fucking romantic. All the stars are out. Twinkling, twinkling, twinkling, and fluttering about. What a tacky sunset, what a vulgar moon. Play another charming Rogers and Hart tune. How fucking romantic. Must we really waltz? Drag another cliche howling from the vaults.
Imagine you go away on a business trip one day and when you come back home your children have grown and you never made your wife moan. And people make you nervous. You’d think the world is ending. And everybody’s features have somehow started blending. Everything is plastic and everyone’s sarcastic. And all your food is frozen. It needs to be defrosted. You’d think the world was ending. Well, maybe you should just drink a lot less coffee and never ever watch the ten o’clock news. Maybe you should kiss someone nice. Or lick a rock. Or both.
I'm hardly capable of half the damage that I would like to do. I could swear that I don't care, But you know I'm too full of shit to think this through.
Because sometimes it’s easier to say, “I hate you,” than “I miss you, I wish we didn’t fight; I wish you would call me sometimes.” Because sometimes, it’s easier to think, screw life, screw work, screw everything, than admit that you’re overwhelmed and feel like you’re drowning. Because sometimes, it’s easier to admit the simple things than say the hard things and realize how much you’ve been struggling and how much you feel as if life has gone out of your control.
I've been broken before, I know what it's like to see something funny and not laugh.
There were so many talents you possessed that I wished myself to have. But the way your eyes would gloss over, well, I never envied that. And I doubt you'll ever come back now from wherever it is you are. Cause you never understood what they loved you for.
My thoughts tend to sound better in books i didn't write, and in the songs I didn’t sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
Credit to smile_quotes. I loved almost every quote on your site. These are my favs.
1. I honestly couldn’t care less if you like the same bands or you’ve read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees that I’ve never heard before and I’m yours. 2. Don't feel bad, it's not like I cried myself to sleep that night. Of course I didn't feel abandoned and hurt. And if it seemed like my world was falling apart, it surely wasn't because it's not like I care all that much for you anyways. 3. I've been lonely tonight. I've been fighting the urge to text him and tell him I miss him. I don't want him to know anymore. I wonder if he misses me at all. It's easiest when I don't see him, I won't deny that. But I just want to be able to see him without it hurting. I don't want him out of my life forever; I don't want him to forget me, but I'm afraid that is already happening. 4. you wear the tie because it never occurred to you not to. you eat eggs every morning but never at night. you feel excitement and companionship when rich men you've never met put a ball through a net or over a goal line, you feel guilty and a little suspicious every time you see a Salvation Army Santa ringing his bell, you look down at least half a second if a woman leans foward and your stomach rumbles every time you drive by a golden arch, even if you weren't hungry before. everybody's programmed. 5. you know i don't have any more answers than you have. i waited until the end to tell you that. i'm as scared as you are of just going through the motions of life, of not getting anywhere. all i know is that time really is a wheel in constant motion, always rolling us along. raise your hand if you want to look back on your years and wonder where those years have gone. you have to carpe the diem. you have to seize the day. that is what i hope for you, as you live and as you love. 6. Maybe it's not my weekend But it's gonna be my year And I'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as I go nowhere And this is my reaction To everything I fear Cause I've been going crazy I don't want to waste another minute here 7. i'm sitting in the middle of my room starring at the walls. i wouldn't call them blank but they aren't exactly bursting with life either. and if you asked anyone else it probably wouldn't feel like rejection and if you asked anyone else it would probably only be a shrug of their fucking shoulder. i'm not anyone else 8. A full moon stares down at me as I wonder about how things could have been. And I imagine you might be doing the same thing, with the moon staring down at you too. Do you even miss me as I miss you? 9. She still lives with her mom outside the city. Down that street about a half a mile. And all her friends tell her she's so pretty. But she'd be a whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while. Cause even her smile looks like a frown. She's seen her share of devils in this angel town. But, everything's gonna be all right. 10. I like to think that everything is alright. Because when everyone else thinks that you're fine, sometimes you forget for a while that you're not.
And when we meet, which I’m sure we will, all that was there will be there still. I'll let it pass and hold my tongue and you will think that I’ve moved on.
Sometimes I sleep and sometimes it's not for days. The people I meet always go their seperate ways. Sometimes you tell a day by the bottle you drink. And sometimes when you're alone all you do is think.
It's just so hard loving someone from a distance. Because no matter how far you reach, no matter how many tears you cry, miles you walk, and tantrums you throw, they won't be physically near you. And it's so hard to grasp that, but it's after the frustrations pass, you realize that you would rather hold their heart from miles away than sit at home wrapped in the arms of one you know you'll never love.
But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness. Like a heartbeat, it drives you mad. In the stillness of remembering what you had.
I'm alone, on my own, and that's all I know. I'll be strong, I'll be wrong, oh but life goes on. I'm just a girl, trying to find a place in this world.
So you scream at the sky as you're lying there throwing words in the air, because he just doesn't care. And you dream of a world, of a better place. Where you don't have to put on a happy face.
Because those who pretend never sleep with a smile. It's hard enough to wake up after a while; and even though I say I'm feeling fine, I'm locked up, loaded down, short a try.
I lay there upon my blankets, and in the still of the darkness, I picture you and wonder where you are, what you're doing right now, and wishing whatever it is, I could be a part of it. And in a matter of seconds, just as quickly as the thought came, the silence breaks as I begin to cry.
I go about my business, I'm doing fine. Besides, what would I say if I had you on the line? Same old story, not much to say.. hearts are broken everyday. I brush my teeth, I put the cap back on. I know you hate it when I leave the light on. I pick a book up, and then I turn the sheets down, and then I take a deep breath, and a good look around. Put on my pjs and hop into bed, I'm half alive but I feel mostly dead. I try and tell myself it'll all be alright. I just shouldn't think anymore tonight.
Because I've been feeling sentimental for days gone by. All those summers singing, drinking, laughing, and wasting our time. Remember all those songs and the way we smiled, in those basements made of music. But now I've got to crawl, to get anywhere at all. I'm not as strong as I thought.
I say to myself: "Self, why are you awake again?" It is three a.m. standing with the fridge open, staring. Such a sight, florescent light, the stars are bright. Might make a wish, if I believed in that shit, but as it is, I might watch tv. Because it is nice to see people more messed up than me.
No more kissing clocks or throwing coins into wishing wells to try and fix the way I fucked myself. When it's finally here, it's never enough. And when it's finally gone, it's never coming back. Somehow I fooled myself into believing that this would work out, that I wouldn't end up hurt.
It's like the things you used to know like the back of your hand are completely backwards. It's like the people you used to consider essential have gone away. And it's so much worse; it's so much worse. They haven't. We can't even look at each other. It's like you thought that some things in life couldn't be contoured and with the slightest breeze the whole building has fallen.
