giving someone who hurt you in the past a second chance is like handing them another bullet. there's a chance they'll throw that bullet into the sea and never shoot at you again there's a chance they'll put the bullet in their pocket and wait for the right moment & there's a chance that they'll load that gun and shoot you straight through the heart
moll :)* posted a quote
September 8, 2013 10:51pm UTC
format by ethanol because for some reason I am completely in love with the idea of watching soccer games together and telling each other everything one of us missed, drinking hot cocoa when the snow is falling ever so lightly on a December morning. watching movies and laughing and smiling when it's raining hard at night, holding hands in the halls in between classes in late April, Going to family parties for Christmassy foods and games. And most importantly, I am completely one-hundred percent, positively in love with the idea of just being yours. Every. Single. Day.
There's not a day that goes by that you're name doesn't cross my mind all the memories we shared never seem to leave my head. I can't move on no matter how hard I try. you'll always have a little place in my heart To stay, there forever and ever. Please don't remove this!
Apage posted a quote
September 8, 2013 11:50pm UTC
I love when you look at someone with a smile on your face, and they break into a smile back at you, not because they know why you're smiling, but because you're happy, and that's enough to make them happy.
SANDD* posted a quote
September 9, 2013 2:29pm UTC
I not only fell for your personality, but I also fell for your flaws. B e c a u s e e v e r y t h i n g t h a t ' s g o o d , has a little wrong. We may not be together but you'll always be in my HEART b e c a u s e I k n e w t h e r e w a s s o m e t h i n g s p e c i a l a b o u t y o u f r o m t h e v e r y s t a r t. ♥
The way someone can get me so nervous scares me, but the funny thing is you know nothing that’s going on inside my head. It’s like I know everything I want to say to you but all the words get tangled up and come out wrong. Have you ever realized that you could say the simplest of things and it would make my day go from being original to amazing in just a few words? But the worst thing is that all these little things I feel inside could never be said to you, because on top of it all, you are my biggest fear. I’m scared that if I tell you everything things will change, and will never be the same. So keeping it bottled up is the only way of not getting hurt.
The flutters of butterfly wings in the pit of my stomach, the tingle that surfaced under my skin when we touched, the glance from the corner of our eyes that made me smile, and the deep warm whole feeling between my chest. When you left, you didn’t just take you; you took it all...
There will come a time when I will stop writing. I will stop writing about you and how we used to be. I will stop writing about myself and how I feel. I would run out of words to say and my thoughts I can no longer gather. It will be all about goodbyes.
If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again. — Rebecca, Daphne du Maurier
One Direction as principles scolding a student: Niall: Never do that again! Do you understand how ba-- *lunch bell rings* GET OUTTA THE WAY! *pushes kid over and runs to cafeteria* Harry: So basically, erm... so... like, you can't... do that... Zayn: You need to keep your hands and feet inside the roller coaster that is life next time, okay? Liam: Okay, I know you made a woopsy, but be good next time. Oh my, that was so harsh! I'm sorry! You know what? Here's a lollipop. And a sticker. And a golden star sticker for you! Run along now, precious little honey bunches of oats. Louis: Do you even know who I am? Huh?? And you're gonna talk back to me!? Uh, not in my house, b/tch. Not in my house.
i felt something catch in my throat, a sudden surge of sadness that caught me unaware. It almost managed to take my breath away. That was the thing; you never got used to it. You never got used to the idea of someone being gone. Just when you think it’s okay, and you think you’ve accepted it, someone points it out to you, and it hits you all over again, and it’s just as shocking as the first time...
It’s like there’s so much to say, but not enough time to say it. My heart is beating just for you, and I don’t think you understand that. I miss you the second you slip out of my sight. I want you to love me. Only me. I need you to grab my hand in the hall, kiss me on the forehead, and just love me for the moody, outgoing, crazy girl that I am. I’m not asking for much… just a guy that will care. I want you to prove to me that all guys aren’t the same. That they have hearts, and they cry over losing the one they love, even if they don’t want anyone to know. I just w ant y ou. I’ve al w ays wanted you.