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Distance has a funny way of reminding you how close two people could either grow apart or grow closer together.
but please believe, that ultimately, we all obtain the goodness of the gods.
Please believe, that somewhere in me, there is a love song and it is the kind you listen to while driving back home.
means nothing if you do not understand why you do the things you have done, and what you have given up and lost for a chance to love.
The same way it’s about the things you do, not what you say.
time is just another metaphor that represents all the people we’ve lost.
you just need someone to catch you and tell you how much they know you— to reveal little things about you, that you yourself ignore.
The world is beautiful, life is beautiful, and hatred shouldn’t be carried.
Always in me, there is an ocean and sometimes it’s calm, while other nights it drowns the people
Always in me, there are sides of you and some nights you don’t have me, while other nights I can’t escape what you’ve done.
Always in me, there are maps and some nights I wander away, while other nights they lead me straight to you.
I want to represent the ones who are near the finish line but for some reason they finish second instead of first. They are still winners for not giving up.
We blame society but we are society.
How in the world do you expect to function, to earn peoples’ hearts? Put it like this, now if you have a friend who appreciates something you don’t, you’re going to unfriend them over it? Perhaps not, right? But it’s the same idea. I honored Obama and got hate for it? Well, my old friends, that says more about you than it does . . . about me. Overcome the hatred.
Love hard and love broken people even harder.
If I feel heartbreak, disappointment, pain and even more, then please by all means, do not let them arrive in unison. I want the chaos of life in different times and different stages of my life. I want to be old and still feel the bitter sting of letting go and the sweet science behind holding on.
It hurts because you have so much in you but don’t have the slightest clue on how to pour it out. It hurts because you’re up every night thinking why does it hurt so damn much without knowing why.
You don’t even know how much time you’ve robbed yourself of. All those late nights and early mornings, spent chasing the thought of a person who rarely even thought about you.
don’t you miss who you were before who you became took over your life do you miss yourself like i miss you do you even remember what it felt like to be happy have you forgotten yourself beneath your troubles
where do promises go when broken what happens to love when hearts are shattered what happens to the truth that was once given to a liar we lose these things for one another then search for them later to give to someone else and so it all begins again
she turned sadness into art
i saw the moon during the day and it reminded me that nothing is impossible because sometimes nothing can stop the moon from witnessing the sun
She wants to be you, but she can’t. I think she swells up with hatred because she can’t fathom a world where you become more than she is, and yet she has to live in a world where you are greater than she expected you to be.
Life evolves a bit faster when you’ve surrounded yourself with high-frequency people, individuals who push you to do more than you knew you were capable of. People who have chosen to do more, to be more and so they encourage those around them to do the same.
but I’ve fallen in love with life every time I fall for you.
i saw a glimpse of everything i wanted to be when i looked into her eyes
