Everything's cool, yeah
It's all gonna be okay, yeah
And I know,
Maybe I'll even laugh about it someday
But not today, no
Cause I don't feel so good
I'm tangled up inside
My heart is on my sleeve
Tomorrow is a mystery to me
And it might be wonderful
It might be magical
It might be everything I've waited for,
A miracle
Oh, but even if I fall in love again
With someone new
It could never be the way I loved you
Letting you go is
making me feel so cold, yeah
And I've been trying to make
believe it doesn't hurt
But that makes it worse, yeah
See, I'm a wreck inside
My toung is tied and my
whole body feels so weak
The future may be all I really need
And it might be wonderful, yeah
It might be magical, uh oh
It might be everything I've waited for,
A miracle
Oh, but even if I fall in love again
with someone else
It could never be the way I loved you
Like a first love,
the one and only true love
wasn't it written all over my face, yeah
I loved you like you loved me (Oh)
Like something pure and holy
Like something that can never be replaced
And it was be wonderful,
It was magical,
It was everything I've waited for,
A miracle
And if I should ever fall in love again
with someone new
Oh, It could never be the way
No, It will never be the way
I loved you
- SELENA GOMEZ & THE SCENE
Saturday, September 24, 2011
This time, the time machine took me back to the right place.
This time, I ran outside and and nearly grabbed myself before I walked out that door to kiss you for the first time.
But this time, another me stopped me, before I could stop me, and said
"The only thing worse than missing someone, is wondering what there was to miss."
This time, I sat down with me, and we drank and we spoke about how different things could've been. For me. And for me.
Later, I still kissed you for the first time. This time.
This time, I ran outside and and nearly grabbed myself before I walked out that door to kiss you for the first time.
But this time, another me stopped me, before I could stop me, and said
"The only thing worse than missing someone, is wondering what there was to miss."
This time, I sat down with me, and we drank and we spoke about how different things could've been. For me. And for me.
Later, I still kissed you for the first time. This time.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.
— Elizabeth Gilbert
— Elizabeth Gilbert
Thursday, September 8, 2011
The Language Of Shadows
There are so many people reading these words now that if you put your hand against the screen, I can promise you, no matter what time it is, no matter where you are, someone else who feels the same is doing it too.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Monday, September 5, 2011
The truth is, life is rarely exactly the way we want it to be, and other people often don’t act as we would like them to. Moment to moment, there are aspects of life that we like and others that we don’t. There are always going to be people who disagree with you, people who do things differently, and things that don’t work out. If you fight against the principle of life, you’ll spend most of your life fighting battles.
— Richard Carlson
— Richard Carlson
Saturday, September 3, 2011
The Last Night
That last night we spent together, when we both knew it was over, and you called me that name that only you had for me, that sound more than a name that you’d never say in front of anyone else; I’m sorry I turned away and cried and asked you why you called me that.
I didn’t mean ever, I didn’t mean I’d always hated the name, I meant that name meant so much to me, but I knew soon no one would ever call me that again and it hurt more than I could bear.
I didn’t mean ever, I didn’t mean I’d always hated the name, I meant that name meant so much to me, but I knew soon no one would ever call me that again and it hurt more than I could bear.
Friday, September 2, 2011
The Noon Agenda
Then I give you nothing. I keep the millions of me that make me, me. I keep my moments without thought of you because to think of you makes you strong (and I will make you weak). I keep and declare my right to give you nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
The Blue Lines
I couldn't convince you that the blue you see is the same blue that I see. But maybe that's how lovers know they're meant to love; they see the same blue. And they both know it.
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