Don't edit yourself.



Don't you just love
how every girl's profile
is about that one guy
and yet he never knows
that every word is about him?!



You and me:

we go back to jump rope and grade school.



She said that she wanted to get high.
He took her to the tallest hill in town.

She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink.
He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said "Drink up."

She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face.
He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger,
aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger.

She said that she wanted to cut herself.

He took a Polaroid of her, handed it to her
along with scissors, and had her cut it up.

She said that she wanted to see her blood.
He took her to get her ears pierced.

She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep.
He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed.

She said that she wanted to be alone.

He gave her a name tag that said "My Name Is: Alone."

She said that she wanted to have someone there to take care of her, always.

He asked when he wasn't.



I say we tell the truth.



She was the third beer. Not the first one, which the throat receives with almost tearful gratitude; not the second, that confirms and extends the pleasure of the first. But the third, the one you drink because it's there, because it can't hurt, and because what difference does it make?



I passed up every chance I had to be with someone else

( while I was waiting for you )



Nothing is forever, you need to learn that. Nothing is 100% positive, and nothing is forever. All good things must come to an end at some point. It's a matter of life. Death. It's a matter of happiness. Sadness. It's a matter of love. Heartbreak. You can't force it to stay, since nothing is forced, and nothing is forever. So take this time. And live. Only you can feel what it's like to be alive, so live. You can only feel what it's like to love, so love. Breathe in the feeling, let it soak you in its entirety. And then separate yourself from it. Let it go. Three simple words. Let. It. Go. All of it. Don't hold it in. Cry if you need to, and then stop. Speak if you can, and then listen. One can't be without the other. No life without death, no hope without pain. Respect it. And everything will be okay. And that safety of being okay, that comfort, no matter how simple it seems. Is forever.



She's got the stars in her pocket
and the moon on a string.



He likes you back. Talk to him. He's waiting. 

Romance is the glamour
that turns the dust of
everyday life into
a glittery haze.



Music is the only love that won't break your heart.



You're not the kind of guy that would
ignore me when you're with your friends,
but hold me tighter and kiss me a little harder,
just to make them jealous.



Live Fast
Die Pretty



WELCOME TO THE 21ST CENTURY,
where everyone hates themselves,
self confidence is very rare,
and jealousy is a way of life.
Haven't you heard?
people will do anything to be accepted.



For every girl who is tired of acting weak when she is strong,
there is a boy tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable.
For every boy who is burdened with the constant expectation of knowing everything, there is a girl tired of people not trusting her intelligence.
For every girl who is tired of being called over-sensitive,
there is a boy who fears to be gentle, to weep.
For every boy for whom competition is the only way to prove his masculinity,
there is a girl who is called unfeminine when she competes.
For every girl who throws out her E-Z-Bake oven,
there is a boy who wishes to find one.
For every boy struggling not to let advertising dictate his desires,
there is a girl facing the ad industry's attacks on her self-esteem.
For every girl who takes a step toward her liberation,
there is a boy who finds the way to freedom a little easier.



He took her by the shoulders,
held her in front of a mirror,
and whispered,
"Why can't you see what I see?"



If he takes time to argue back, he cares more than you think.



Duct tape is like the force.
It's got a dark side and a light side,
and it holds the world together.



And sometimes, if you're lucky,
now is the first step into forever.

Basically I rock...
so i understand if you're jealous!



It was the kind of kiss that I could
never tell my friends about out loud.
It was the kind of kiss that made me know
that I was never so happy in my whole life.



Watch him on stage
Rocking with his guitar
Barely noticing all the
Crushing fan girls' screams
Then he stops and grabs a mic
"This one's for the girl that's always there"
The screams stop and the girls get sad
They all know he's hooked
And doesn't wanna let go



You're talking to a girl who has had her heart broken,
cried for continuous hours,
yelled and screamed for help.
A girl who turned her back on the world
and a girl who did nothing but love someone
who couldn't love her back.



...and she walked away.



Did you know that Cinderella didn't have
to take her dress off to win her prince?
She had romance without regrets,
and she didn't lose anything that she
couldn't get back the next day.



What do stars do?
They shine.



And they say we'll never see half as much as they did. It's true that we never saw Vietnam or World War II. We didn't see our mother's cry when John F. Kennedy died. We never sat in front of our TV screens in horror as we heard the news of the Columbia crash. But we've lived our whole lives being told that we're just not good enough. We've seen anorexia and bulimia because skinny just isn't skinny enough. We saw Columbine and watched the Twin Towers fall. We've seen a lot of greed and even more hate. Our generation fights a different kind of war. But we've seen just as much as them... and maybe even more.



And once in a while people may even
take your breath away.



Is anybody happier because you passed his way?
Does anyone remember that you spoke to him today?
The day is almost over, and it's toiling time is through;
Is there anyone to utter now a kindly word of you?
Can you say tonight, in parting with the day that's slipping fast,
That you helped a single brother of the many that you passed?
Is a single heart rejoicing over what you did or said;
Does the man whose hopes were fading,
Now with courage look ahead?
Did you waste the day, or lose it?
Was it well or sorely spent?
Did you leave a trail of kindness, or a scar of discontent?
As you close your eyes in slumber, do you think that God will say,
"You have earned one more tomorrow by the work you did today?"

You may not remember,
but that night when all we did was lay there
and you brushed the hair out of my eyes,
that was the night I fell in love with you.



You should be proud to be able to call her your girlfriend.
I know a million guys would die
for someone like her to call their own.
You're taking her for granted.
And you know she can't stick around forever.
You're treating her poorly.
I wish there was something I could do to change that
because out of everyone I know, she deserves this the most.



Here's to the crazy ones. The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers. The round pegs in the square holes. The ones who see things differently. They're not fond of rules. And they have no respect for the status quo. You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them, disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them. But the only thing you can't do is ignore them. Because they change things. They invent. They imagine. They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire. They push the human race forward. Maybe they have to be crazy. How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art? Or sit in silence and hear a song that's never been written? Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels? We make tools for these kinds of people. While some see them as the crazy ones, we see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.



Want my advice?
Stay mad as long as you can.
Because once you're not mad anymore, it hurts.
It hurts like hell and once it hurts that bad
you can't make yourself mad anymore.



all the world is waiting for the sun



I love staring at people sitting at a stop light. Even though it may seem rude, you can learn a lot about people within that 10 second range that you are with them. They're confidence, or lack of it, shines through at that very moment they realize you're looking at them; for they can either look away or they can stare right back at you and hold that gaze until the light changes green.



I am here to live out loud.



I'm a slut because I'll wear shorts and a tanktop.
I'm a b!tch because I don't let you push me around.
I'm a liar because I won't tell you everything.
I'm stupid because sometimes I'm wrong.
I'm ugly because my face isn't perfect.
I'm a whore because I like boys.
I'm annoying because I'm not chill enough.
I'm a loser because I'm not friends with your group.
I use people because I do what's best for me.
I'm fake because most of the time I'm happy.
I'm weird because I'm not like you.
I'm controlling because I get mad sometimes.
I'm clingy because I like to be around people.
I'm greedy because I like to be satisfied.
I'm naive because I'm younger than you.
I'm conceited because I'm proud of who i am.
I'm rude because my manners aren't perfect.
I'm unappreciative because I don't praise you.
Don't try to tell me who I am because i already know.



So if someone chooses to be a slut, a junkie, a Christian, a beauty queen, a prositute, a college student, a drop out, a mother...deal with it,
because its not your life!



God forbid you be an ugly girl
of course too pretty is also your doom;
because everyone harbours a secret hatred,
for the prettiest girl in the room.