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BrokenSmile__
posted a quote
July 8, 2010 10:05am UTC

I want a person who
comes into my life by accident,
& stays on purpose.

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f0r3v3rm0r3x3
posted a quote
June 28, 2010 7:27pm UTC

We met in kindergarten. We were best friends.
She always told me she loved my eyes. I didn't quite know why.
I was in love with her, so of course my face lit up immensely whenever she said it.
She was beautiful, kind, and extremely funny.
We'd be talking about nothing, and she'd turn to me and whisper,
"I like your eyes."
One day, I was playing basketball,
waiting for her to drive over to my house to have a game with me.
Suddenly, I got a phone call.
It was her mom. She was in a panic.
I couldn't quite understand what she was saying. It sounded like,
"Aaron, come quick! Kelsey, accident, Main Street! Blood. Come now!"
I had no clue what happened,
so I ran to Main Street with my basketball shorts and a tee shirt on.
I saw Kelsey's mom helplessly crying, waiting for the ambulance to arrive.
I saw a totaled car, blood everywhere.
Then I saw her, Kelsey.
My heart stopped as I frantically ran over to her.
"Kelsey? Kelsey!" She was unconscious. I started crying.
I know it isn't very manly, but I couldn't help it.
Before I could say anymore, the medics took her away,
the main source of blood coming from her head.
I went to the hospital that night,
I went every night.
in fact, the only time I left was to go out to eat, but that's it.
The doctors tried getting me to leave, but I refused.
It was all my fault.
If it wasn't for me, wanting to play basketball with her,
she wouldn't be going through this.
It was already four days, and she hasn't woken up.
On the fifth day, I saw her eyes gently open.
"Kelsey?" I called.
She wasn't quite awake yet.
Suddenly, doctors came rushing in, telling me I had to wait outside.
I did, for a few hours.
One of the doctors finally came out saying,
"I understand that you're Kelsey's friend, Aaron?"
"Yes," I whispered.
He bit his lip.
"She woke up, she's fine,
but I'm afraid she has long term memory loss."
"Are you serious?" I almost shouted.
"I'm afraid so."
I didn't meet his gaze. I couldn't.
I wasn't going to say anything, so he spoke again.
"You can go see her if you want,
but she doesn't remember anything, not even her mom."
I walked in, trembling in horror.
I saw her. She looked helpless as she slept.
I waited a few hours, until I saw her eyes opening gently again.
I expected doctors to run in, rushing me out.
Instead, she looked me straight in the eyes, and whispered,
"I don't know you, but I like your eyes."

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celestialerror*
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August 22, 2013 1:31pm UTC

❝
The first time I saw her..
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I’m thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips...
Or the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek—
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her..
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times.
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked—
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
But then...she said I was taking up too much of her time.
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work...
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place.
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her?
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t.
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars...
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel...
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe.
How she blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out candles—
blows out—...
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn’t care if it’s perfect!
I want her back so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
❞

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laurenwilcox12
posted a quote
August 21, 2013 6:20pm UTC

STOP.
GOOD. NOW THAT I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION. I WANT TO TELL YOU SOMETHING...
YOUR BEAUTIFUL. WEAR THAT SMILE EVERY DAY. IT SUITS YOU.

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LettingSecretsGo
posted a quote
August 21, 2013 6:23pm UTC

Why do orphans make terrible baseball players?
They don't know where home is.

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jessicabliss
posted a quote
August 21, 2013 6:24pm UTC

Why do they call it a crush?
Because that's how you feel
When they don't feel the same way.

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daniigee
posted a quote
August 21, 2013 6:18pm UTC

"True beauty is undefinable, it has no form. Stop trying to put a label on what you THINK is beautiful. Stop believing the propaganda that tries to tell us what beauty is. True beauty is recognized with the heart of an individual, not the judgemetal eyes of an entire society. This is your reality and there are no clearly defined edges. This beauty that is awe-inspiring lies in our own experience, not in what other people think. If you think your beauty can only be justified by the approval of others, then guess what... Your beauty will only be justified by the approval of others... How terrible to live a life under a microscope of constant judgement. As Bob Marley puts it, "Emancipate yourself from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds." When you stop being judgemental towards others then you subconciously give yourself permission to decline when other people judge you."
-Drew Chadwick

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Lifes_Short_Make_It_Last
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August 21, 2013 5:36pm UTC

When you Love someone it hurts.

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xBeautifulDngerx
posted a quote
April 30, 2010 12:09pm UTC

A Guy Had A Crush On
This Girl
He followed her wherever she went.
One day the girl noticed and asked the guy.
Girl: Why do you keep following me?
Boy: Because you're so pretty and I think I'm falling in love with you.
Girl: Really? But you haven't met my friend yet. She's prettier then me and she's right behind you.
(The Boy Turns Around)
Boy: Are you making fun of me? There's no one behind me.
Girl: No, but if you really loved me, you wouldn't even bother to look back.
i saw this somewhere.. wanna make it pretty? go ahead.
-xBeautifulDngerx

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chickittylover
posted a quote
August 11, 2013 7:22pm UTC

Format chickittylover
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What does beautiful really mean? We comment on attractive girls pictures saying "Wow, you're beautiful!" But we don't really know what we're saying. Yeah, she's attractive. She's pretty. But is she beautiful? I believe that to be beautiful you apprechiate life and everyone living a life. To be beautiful you treat others the way you want to be treated. You share. You care. You skip past someone's face and you instead get to know how pretty that person is by discovering how beautiful that person's soul is. Also, to be simply attractive on the outside doesn't mean having that perfect nose, smooth and glossy hair, long legs or a thin waist. We are all human. We all breathe the same air and eat the same food. There is no "certain body type" to go for because no human comes in the same shape as another. We should learn to apprechiate that we're living, that we have 2 legs to walk on or a properly functioning brain. So put that razor down. Eat some food and keep it in your stomach. Your appearance has nothing to do with how beautiful you are. And if your friends, that guy you like, or even your parents don't see that your inner soul and personality is all that matters, then you are too superior for them. Just wait and find someone who will apprechiate you for who you are. Find someone else that is just as beautiful as you and never settle for less. This quest may take a while, so stay patient, never give up, and be beautiful. -Krista

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