Me: Refreshes Witty Internet: Sorry, this server is down Me: no Me: refreshes Me: refreshes Me: refreshes Me: Me: Me: Witty: loads Witty: *is completely different* Me: Me: Me: Me: Obama: A cookie: the wind: Spongebob: A training bra: A hollister model: Me: I have no recollection of this place
ThatsSoMeee posted a quote
December 30, 2012 4:09pm UTC
I have always wondered if anyone notices me, when I’m walking or doing something. I wonder if I make someone else’s heart skip a beat, that someone who wants to talk to me or if someone falls asleep at night while thinking about me. Someone who appreciates my existence. I just wonder.
Softly, he'll ask me once more."Is it getting that bad again?" Worry laced within his voice, a worry that made my gut chrun in silent guilt; a guilt that was threatening to consume me. Silently I shrugged, not sure how to answer that. Because, that's what he—no one—seems to get. It's not getting that bad again, because it never got better. It's not a high and low thing, there are no more good and bad days. There's bad days and there are unbearable days. It's a constant struggle just to keep going. But, "I'm doing alright, I guess." is all that I say.
Peace1231 posted a quote
November 9, 2012 5:28pm UTC
& Even If I Did Have the perfect hair, The amazing body, The amazing boyfriend, The perfect grades, The best personality, The most expensive clothes, The most normal family, & The best social life, I Still Wouldn't Be Happy.
suddenly it hits you. that mood. all you want is to be home. all you want is a hug. your throat closes up. your mind shudders. you want a big glass of water. you want to sit down and curl up into a ball. you want to just cry. and the worst part? you have no idea what made you feel this way.
I keep thinking maybe one day you’re just going to randomly text me and tell me all the feelings you’ve been hiding. Like, the same ones I have. That you remember all the cute things we said and that you miss everything. That you’ll just text me and tell me I’m the one you want. The one you keep thinking about. Just anything that would still give me the slightest bit of hope.
Serotonin posted a quote
October 18, 2012 2:25pm UTC
I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.