Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Have you ever had a moment when you’re with the one person in the world you want to be with and the wind is blowing through your hair and the song that just describes your entire soul happens to come on and then the person you happen to want to be with happens to love the same song and suddenly you realize you’re listening to it together and no matter how crazy your life has gotten, there’s this one moment, this perfect moment where you could just say that no matter what happens nothing can take this moment away from me… and then something does.
— Roswell
— Roswell
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Monday, December 29, 2008
"‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I do not expect perfection from you—just as you do not expect it from me. It means that I will love you and stand by you even through the worst of times. It means loving you when you’re in a bad mood or too tired to do the things I want to do. It means loving you when you’re down—not just when you’re fun to be with. ‘I love you’ means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them—asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enough to fight for what we have and that I love enough not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, and hoping that you feel the same way for me."
My internet didn’t work last night, so I couldn’t update. Anyways I went bike riding yesterday. I went all the way from my house to Long Beach. For some reason I just wanted to go out and take pictures, so I did. I even stop some people to let me take pictures of them, it felt good for some reason. Later that day I went to a coffee shop that a friend took me once last year. Then I went to my friend house in which I haven’t seen in years but he wasn’t there. His mom was there, so like always I went and talk to her until he came home. We went to his room and talk until I have to go home. It took the metro home because I was tire of riding my bike. I saw my friend Briana from my English class. I talk to her until I had to get out from the metro. So I got home with out internet so I couldn’t update.
Go date all those guys. Go date whoever your heart desires. Because eventually when you’re done with all those guys, you’ll find that none of them really loved you. And then you’re going to think about me, and how much I loved you. You never even gave me one chance, and you’re going to want a try. But you know what?I’m not going to be there this time.
- unknown
- unkno
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Monday, December 22, 2008
People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
— Jim Morrison
— Jim Morrison
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