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- Me: *putting on eyeliner*
- Me: I am one with the force, the force is with me. I am one with the force, the force is with me. I am one with the force, the force is with me. I am one with the force, the force is with me. I am one with the force, the force is with me. I am one with the force, the force is with me.
when I was 10, I first heard the song fifteen by taylor swift and the lyrics were telling me that I will believe someone that tells me they love me.
but it’s funny because when I was right in the middle of being 15, you told me you loved me and I didn’t think once about taylor swift’s song. but wow I should’ve because that day you left me, I never felt the world crashing on me so much in my life.
now I’m 17 and I’ve learned my lesson to never believe that someone will love you forever because you never ever ever EVER know what the future will become.
fifteen (via 2ndsong)
I love deep talks. Like, hell yeah, tell me about why you’d prefer to talk to your mom rather than your dad. Tell me about your favorite lyrics in the songs you listen to everyday and why they’re your favorite. Tell me about the dog you had when you were growing up and how he was your best friend. Tell me about what kind of books you like to read when you’re alone in your room. Tell me about the things you think about right before you fall asleep. Tell me anything and everything. I just want to be the one you tell it all to. Please let me be the one.
(via drafterr)
- me: i wish someone liked me
- someone: [likes me]
- me: i must fake my death and lie low for ten years
I enjoy being told I’m beautiful, who doesn’t ? But if you want to really flatter me, tell me I’m intelligent, tell me I’m thoughtful and kind,tell me I’m genuine. I was given my beauty, but I created who I am.
“You don’t even know, do you,” she asked, but it was a question she already had an answer to. He didn’t know. He obviously didn’t. And it surprised her, how someone could tear you down, rip the ground you stand on from beneath your feet, and smile at you like nothing happened. “You hurt me. You hurt me like nobody has ever hurt me before.” And his smile vanished as fast as the sun sometimes disappears behind the dark clouds on the horizon. But it didn’t comfort her. It pained her even more, drove another arrow into her chest, to know that all this time she had been suffering in quiet, he’d had no idea what he had done to her. And if she hadn’t asked, he would’ve never known.
You thought I stopped talking to you because I got bored. However, you’ve got it all wrong. I’m in love with you so much. I love you and it’s killing me because you won’t ever feel the same way. You look at me but you do not see me. Not with stars in your eyes or with a sense of awe. Not with love. So I’m sorry it seemed like I disappeared. For a while I was selfish and wanted to still keep you in my life. It didn’t work out like that. I realized that it didn’t matter if I left or if I stayed, because it would all hurt the same.
C.H. (via hopefulsky)
- Dog in the car next to me: *looks at me briefly*
- Me: truly I am blessed on this day
White, for the color of the paper crane I made you. It had my phone number inside. That was the day where it all began.
Cerulean, for the color of the crisp summer sky. That was the day I cried in front of you for the first time, and you held onto me, and told me you’d always be there for me.
Powder, for the softness of my scarf I let you wear when we went on a walk. That was the day we took candid pictures together.
Brick, for the texture of the walls inside the cozy restaurant we ate at after homecoming. That was the day you introduced me to your friends.
Tawny, for the color of hot chocolate you made me one night. That was the day I called you after a hard day at work and you made me dinner.
Juniper, for the smell of the Christmas tree pines needles scattered on your floor. That was the day I saw your wild side.
Ebony, for the night's complexion when we sat outside together, listening to the water of your little pond. I trembled a little, I was ready to tell you. I was no longer scared. That was the day I told you I loved you, and the day you told me you loved me too.
Painting Our Love With Colors (via faulths)
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