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dont you just love being a teenager? haha :D
epic
What if? :))
OMG. This would be so useful. :))
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ache:
You and I - Ingrid Michaelson
Don’t you worry, there my honey
we might not have any money
but we’ve got our love to pay the bills.
Maybe I think you’re cute and funny,
maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
if you know what I mean.
Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I.<3
Enough.
I’m running away. I’ve been running away. I don’t even want to write about it, talk about it or even start realizing that I’m running away. Yes, distractions work. But they can only last for so long. Right this moment I find myself forcing words out of my heart to say what I truly feel.
I just want to be happy. Is that so much to ask? Yes, its such a fucking cliche but spare me the lecture on teenaged angst. So what if I’m turning 21 next month? That doesn’t mean I have no God given right to complain once in a while. Yes I’m being self righteous and selfish but goodness, I want to complain how much my relationship is consuming most of my energy and I don’t like the fact that I have to convince myself that there is something good that I am getting out of it besides company and someone who thinks I’m worth some extra load and time.
How can I trust someone again when they’ve completely lied to my face? How can I just start to move on from the fact that someone has betrayed my trust and left me for an idiot who thought I could convince them that with my love I can be enough for them not to look around? Am I not enough? Am I not pretty or smart enough to make him just have eyes for me? Are men really so sexually driven that they must be with another woman when they say they only love you? Please, anyone. Tell me that there is hope that I can maybe convince someone that life is about loving one person.
I don’t want to be one of them.. I want to be the girl. I deserve to be that special girl. I am that special girl. If I’m not, I refuse to even be convinced that I am.
I don’t want to be his fool anymore. This time around he will only have half of me. I hate him for what he did, but I love him because he’s trying. But is the fact that he’s trying to prove to me he can be a better person enough to make me happy? Right now, I am still healing from all the bruises he has given me. I don’t want to be a battered wife. Cause right now, i feel so.. beaten up. I just want that sense of security and comfort that I deserve. I want to be able to feel like he only wants to be with me and no one else. Is that so hard to ask?
Am I not enough for you?
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
– Captain Corelli’s Mandolin6. “Love is the beauty of the soul.” St. Augustine (via bythewayiloveyou)
ache:
You and I - Ingrid Michaelson
Don’t you worry, there my honey
we might not have any money
but we’ve got our love to pay the bills.
Maybe I think you’re cute and funny,
maybe I wanna do what bunnies do with you,
if you know what I mean.
Oh, let’s get rich and buy our parents homes in the South of France
let’s get rich and give everybody nice sweaters
and teach them how to dance
let’s get rich and build our house on a mountain
making everybody look like ants
from way up there, you and I, you and I.<3
Enough.
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Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love” which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
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