SaturdayInJuly posted a quote
March 18, 2014 10:17pm UTC
Bad people succeed and good people fail, but that's not the end of the story. Miracles happen that nobody sees, and among us walk heroes who are never recognized, and people live in loneliness because they cannot believe they are loved... Dean Koontz, The Darkest Evening of the Year
And I remember all those crazy things you said You left them running through my head You're always there You're everywhere But right now I wish you were here
SaturdayInJuly posted a quote
October 7, 2013 8:35pm UTC
My band director: You're rushing! This is a ballad! You've just got to take moments like this slow! Think of it like the first time you held someone's hand and kind of liked it. My band director: I would say kissed someone, but we all know y'all haven't kissed anybody.
SaturdayInJuly posted a quote
September 8, 2013 9:15pm UTC
We drew hearts there in the sand LAUGHED WHEN WAVES ERASED OUR PLANS though we never knew THAT THEY TOLD THE TRUTH -credit to phenomenal for the format.♥
SaturdayInJuly posted a quote
September 8, 2013 9:04pm UTC
now the nights turn colder, (your head ' s on my shoulder) we do our best to pretend. waves get louder, -I'm lost without him- as summer starts to end ---------- ♥ ----------
SaturdayInJuly posted a quote
September 7, 2013 5:44pm UTC
oh well oh well i can't live with myself as i'm climbing in your window to get to your bed and i'll be what you need you can call me anything just as long as we're still friends
SaturdayInJuly posted a quote
September 7, 2013 5:38pm UTC
it was when your hands went limp and your eyes went dim and you didn't kiss me like you did before that i knew if i were to ask you if you still loved me, you would say, "i don't think i know how to anymore." k.p.k
SaturdayInJuly posted a quote
September 7, 2013 5:35pm UTC
i am not as fine as i seem pardon me for yelling i'm telling you green gardens are not what's growing in my psyche it's a different me a difficult to be, stop feasting down lumber trees freeze frame please let me paint a mental picture portrait something you won't forget it's all about my forehead and now it is a door that holds back contents that make Pandora's box's contents look non-violent