June 2011
47 posts
“Will we ever have our happy ending, or will we forever only be pretending?”
– Glee, Pretending
May 2011
48 posts
Sometimes you just need a damn good cry.
I hate this feeling in my stomach.
And I hate it when he refers to her when we’re talking.
You’re my wonder boy.
Finally.
A little time spent with him today. I’m not really sure when the next time will be, but for now I’m satisfied (: It’s been a little while.
Yup.
25 texts from him waiting for me this morning. Smiles.(:
Annoying.
Don’t you hate when someone gets a girlfriend, and all of a sudden you don’t exist anymore even though you used to be best friends? They barely acknowledge you. They don’t see you, even when you hug them. And you feel like they hate you. When you say hi they don’t respond. They look away. I’m sure she’s awesome and there’s nothing against her, but...
What happens when you lose faith?
Because I’ve lost mine. I’ve lost hope. I’ve lost that wholehearted wish that someday he’ll come to his senses. Maybe there’s an inkling left somewhere, but it needs to be rekindled. Like a flame. It’s the burning end of a cigarette, crushed on the side of the street. Not wanting to be defeated… but still, it is. I love him. But I’m a dreamer. And...
“I’m such an incredibly, stupidly sensitive person that everything that happens...”
– Fiona Apple (via incurablycurious)
This girl took the words right out of my brain.
(via choose-illusion)
“It’s just a shot in the dark that you just might be the one I’ve...”
– Lady Antebellum, Just A Kiss
I love when you actually ask me about my day.
If I miss him this much now...
…what’s going to happen in four months?
“Just don’t tell them I’ve gone crazy, that I’m still strung...”
– Jason Aldean, The Truth
I miss seeing him all the time.
I miss hearing him. Smelling him. Touching him, just to know he’s real. I miss seeing that confident smile that makes me feel so safe, but at the same time, is so disorienting. And I love it.
To my dear friend, NJ.
Don’t be afraid, you’ll make it out of this mess. I love you dear.
“All I wanna do is get to holdin’ you and get to knowin’ you and get...”
Country Girl (Shake It) - Luke Bryan →
For those country girls who would rather ride in a truck or a John Deere tractor and spend their days working outside or riding their horse in the field across the road, and their nights around a bonfire or getting a little crazy. I love this way of life and I wouldn’t change it for anything.
Today's Journal Entry.
“I have nothing to really say, except that I recently feel like I’m losing a little more of him everyday. I want to make myself let go of him. I wish I was able to… But part of me wants to keep wanting him, even if he doesn’t want me. And it almost sounds sick; like I’m just hurting myself. But if I let my hope for him… my wanting him, my loving him… if I...
“Just do this for me… Come on home, boy.”
He was in my dreams last night.
Please don't let me find my breaking point.
Would she cry because of you?
“And what would you say if I told you ‘I love you’ ?”
– (via wastingtimehere)
So maybe it's true that I can't live without you.
…and there’s so much time to figure out the rest of my life, but you’ve already got me coming undone.
‘Cause everything you do, and words you say, you know that it all takes my breath away…
"Other people have it a lot worse than you."
wastingtimehere:
So? That doesn’t mean that what you are going through is any less difficult because somewhere in this giant world someone else has it worse. That doesn’t change the fact that what you have, is not easy.
Although it makes you reevaluate why you are pitying yourself. The fact is: Life really sucks sometimes.
The way it feels when you put your hand on my...
Chills. Warmth. Content. Home. Safe with you.
And you know even though there was only one song,...
You make me fearless.
We’re driving down the road, I wonder if you know I’m trying so hard not to get caught up now. But you’re just so cool, run your hands through your hair, absentmindedly making me want you.
And I don’t know how it gets better than this. You take my hand and drag me head first, fearless. And I don’t know why, but with you I’d dance in a storm in my best dress,...
Amazing.
Prom night. Enough said.
