Maybe one day..I'll stop checking your page every once in a whileAnd i'll stop wondering what you're up toAnd stop trying to figure out if your with somebody elseAnd stop thinking i lost the best thing in my lifeAnd stop thinking about what we'd be if we were still togetherAnd stop crying over youMaybe one day, I'll stop thinking about you
I saw him smoking that damn cigarette by the entrance of the rec hall, standing slumped over the railing like he'd been beaten down by all of the demons crawling in his skin. I saw him hang his head as if he was bowing to them, giving in to the darkness inside his veins, and I remember feeling the sadness in my lungs. He made it hard to look at him, so regretful and innocent, and I remember keeping my eyes to the ground as I passed by him, muttering under my breath, "I know where you're at right now."
“It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening. Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily. You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth. You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later. Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage. Stop thinking that everyone is having more s*x than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything. I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it. You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of sh*t doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it. Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today? We shall see.”
Welcome To Society. Welcome to society, We hope you enjoy your stay, And please feel free to be yourself, As long as it's in the right way, Make sure you love your body, Not too much or we'll tear you down, We'll bully you for smiling, And then wonder why you frown, We'll tell you that you're worthless, That you shouldn't make a sound, And then cry with all the others, As you're buried in the ground, You can fall in love with anyone, As long as it's who we choose, And we'll let you have your opinions, But please shape them to our views, Welcome to society, We promise that we won't deceive, And one more rule now that you're here, There's no way you can leave.
seafoam* posted a quote
January 11, 2015 12:14pm EST
I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.
Nicklebee posted a quote
February 4, 2015 1:38am EST
It isn’t that I don’t enjoy talking to people, I just hate small talk. I don’t want to talk about your holiday plans or your body clock or your bowel movements. I don’t care. Pretending to care drains me. I want to know what keeps you up at night.
please don’t fall in love with me. i’ll write about the way your collar bones curve and the way your lip trembles when you’re upset. i’ll focus more on the way you twiddle your thumbs counter clockwise rather than the words slipping from your mouth. i’ll remember your favorite song and listen to it on repeat until the lyrics are engraved into the crevasses of my brain, but i’ll forget why you prefer coffee over tea. please don’t fall in love with me because once you realize i’m not good enough, i’ll write about you until my palms bleed and my bones begin to ache to serve as a reminder that i should’ve tried harder to make you stay. i should’ve focused more on the feeling i got when you held me rather than how many god damn freckles you had on your arms. i should’ve woken you up to a fresh cup of coffee, not tea. // 4 am thoughts
seafoam* posted a quote
January 24, 2015 12:59pm EST
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass. — Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments
You know that place between sleep and awake, That place where you can still remember dreaming? that's where I will always love you That's where I will always be waiting. ~ peter pan DO NOT ERASE THE FORMAT CREDIT OR MAKE IT INVISIBLE