Sometimes I wish I'd never met you. But I know that my life would be so different without you. You taught me love and beauty. And when it was time to let go I couldn't and neither could you I guess.. and we finally started taking again and everything came back but you're a different school that me, I hate being a year apart from you i hate that I'm in high school now and you're not and I miss you i so much and I hate it I do. But I was talking to you. And you said you missed me and that we could date again if we could see eachother more witch we will next year and that's what you told me. We'll just wait for next year. I miss you David. I still love. And I will always love you. I love you.
“Depression does not always mean Beautiful girls shattering at the wrists A glorified, heroic battle for your sanity Or mothers that never got the chance to say good-bye Sometimes depression means Not getting out of bed for three days Because your feet refuse to believe That they will not shatter upon impact with the floor Sometimes depression means That summoning the willpower To go downstairs and do the laundry Is the most impressive thing you accomplish that week Sometimes depression means Lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for hours Because you cannot convince your body That it is capable of movement Sometimes depression means Not being able to write for weeks Because the only words you have to offer the world Are trapped and drowning and I swear to God I’m trying Sometimes depression means That every single bone in your body aches But you have to keep going through the motions Because you are not allowed to call in to work depressed Sometimes depression means Ignoring every phone call for an entire month Because yes, they have the right number But you’re not the person they’re looking for, not anymore” — by “Alexandra” Tilton,
cowgirl12 posted a quote
February 16, 2014 6:41pm UTC
You're getting married ten days before my birthday. You think within ten days you are going to be allowed to get custody of me? Really? Are you that stupid? I will not live with you and the b itch. She has beat me, yelled at me, starved me, tried poisoning me, etc. You sit there and stand up for her. What the heck? Who does that? You are just dating her, you are my father. Get your priorities in tack.
I just got back from a Model UN competition conference at Harvard. Rosegrams are tradition there (you buy a rose, write a note and send it to someone) and the director woul read the messages out loud while distributing them. One session, I got a rose. He started reading the message, which said, "You have beautiful hair, a gorgeous face, and a hot body. So point of personal priviledge (what you say when you have a question), be my date to the dance tonight?" Which was obviously followed by "ooooh"'s and catcalls. But there was more. "I have seen the scars on your wrists and I know you haven't eaten the entire weekend. I just want to make you feel beautiful again." As soon as my director read out the word "scars" I panicked - my face went blank and I just kept mouthing "stop stop" at him. He realized after a second and stopped, mumbling the rest of the message. But it was too late, because the entire room had gone silent from their cat calls, and every single eye in the room was on me as I walked back to my seat. There were 400 people in my committee, and every single person heard that rosegram message to me being read out. 400 people that I had to continue working with knew about the scars and empty stomachs.
olivia* posted a quote
January 26, 2014 1:22am UTC
I LOVE JUSTIN UNCONDITIONALLY AND NO ONE WILL EVER CHANGE THAT NO MATTER WHAT. HE DIDN'T DUI. HE DIDN'T DRAG RACE. HE DIDN'T DO DRUGS. THE COPS MADE UP THE CASE AND ARE NOW SUSPENDED. HE GOT ARRESTED BECAUSE HE HAS AN EXPIRED DRIVER'S LICENSE WHICH IS ABSOLUTELY ABSURD. DID YOU KNOW JUSTIN WAS DIAGNOSED WITH DEPRESSION 5 MOTHS AGO? I DONT THINK SO. THE LEGAL DRUNKEN BLOOD LEVEL IS 0.080 AND JUSTIN'S WAS 0.014. THAT'S PRETTY MUCH NOTHING. PLEASE NO HATE I'M JUST TRYING TO STATE SOMETHING. #PRAY4JUJU #FREEBIEBER OH AND BY THE WAY EVERYONE BIEBER IS SPELLED B-I-E-B-E-R NOT B-E-I-B-E-R OK BYE.
I hope you're okay. I really do. And with the next girl you find, well she better be something special. And you better let her know how special she is. Don't tell her you love her, show it. You text her every second you get, you call her every day. Hold her hand, kiss her forehead. Hug her tight, and do what's best for her. I want you to do all the things that you never did me.
halfempty posted a quote
January 22, 2014 10:28pm UTC
She was so tragically beautiful. The type of beautiful that desperately hid behind stained edges of wine glasses and hourglass figured gowns. She was the kind of gorgeous that displayed skin as clear as fresh snow to distract from insecurities that attacked her mind like sharpened daggers. Her mascara was almost as dark as her thoughts and her teeth as white as her lies. As for her eyes, they changed as quickly as her moods did. But if they were blue, they were sure to be the most mesmerizing shade of blue you had ever encountered. Her personality was sporadic. Unpredictable. Monday she would be shining brighter than the north star. Her smile was unlike any you had ever seen, outlined by lips as dark as blood. A glorious contradiction that portrayed her nature so well that you would think it was planned; but it wasn’t. In fact, she hardly planned anything. But despite her lack of strategy, she never failed to get what she wanted. Her voice was impossible to ignore. She never needed to explain herself because no one would dare argue with even a syllable that flowed through her teeth. Each word met the ears like a love song, and before you could catch yourself, she would have you tucked deep in her pocket. Then by Wednesday she would be so vigilant that you’d think she had just been hit by a line of traffic mere minutes before. I swear, you had never seen a person who so greatly resembled a newborn fawn. She was still learning how to walk, but not trusting the world enough to help her. Your heart would break with each downward twitch of her chops. Her once tan skin would lighten to a color that resembled old paper, but the consistency was more similar to thin glass. You would be cautious to speak too loud near her, for fear that the sound waves would cause her to shatter. "Oh, how I wish you could have met her while she was still alive" ~ r.m.
appleloop* posted a quote
December 26, 2013 11:00pm UTC
I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name.-Clementine Von Radics