That thing, that moment, when you kiss someone and everything around becomes hazy and the only thing in focus is you and this person and you realize that that person is the only person that you're supposed to kiss for the rest of your life, and for one moment you get this amazing gift and you want to laugh and you want to cry because you feel so lucky that you found it and so scared that that it will go away all at the same time.
“Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest.
That made you run and hide like a scared little boy?
I looked into your eyes, thought I knew you for a minute
Now I’m not so sure.”—Taylor Swift - Forever & Always
A turkey was chatting with a bull “I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree,” sighed the turkey, but I haven’t got the energy.” “Well, why don’t you nibble on my droppings?” replied the bull. “They’re packed with nutrients.” The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree. The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a fourth night, there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. Soon he was spotted by a farmer, who shot the turkey out of the tree.
Moral of the story: Bullshit might get you to the top, but it wont keep you there.
There are worse things I could do, Than go with a boy or two. Even though the neighborhood thinks I’m trashy, And no good, I suppose it could be true, But there are worse things I could do.
I could flirt with all the guys, Smile at them and bat my eyes. Press against them when we dance, Make them think they stand a chance, Then refuse to see it through. That’s a thing I’d never do.
I could stay home every night, Wait around for Mr. Right. Take cold showers every day, And throw my life away, On a dream that won’t come true.
I could hurt someone like me, Out of spite or jealousy. I dont steal and I dont lie, But I can feel and I can cry. A fact I’ll bet you never knew. But to cry in front of you, That’s the worse thing I could do.
when we’re at the same place,
when we’re on the same road.
When it’s okay to hold my hand,
without feeling lost,
without all the excuses.
When it’s just because you love me, you let me, you need me.
Then, maybe.”—Kelly Clarkson - Maybe
Right now, there are people all over the world who are just like you. They’re lonely. They’re missing somebody. They’re in love with someone they probably shouldn’t be in love with. They have secrets you wouldn’t believe. They wish and they dream and they hope, and they look out the window whenever they’re in the car or on a bus or a train and they watch the people on the streets and wonder what they’ve been through. They wonder if there are people out there like them. They’re like you, and you could tell them everything and they would understand.
I hate meetings… I hate your higher power… I hate anyone who has a program… To all who come in contact with me, I wish you death and suffering…
Allow me to introduce myself; I am the disease of active addiction. Cunning, baffling and powerful—that’s me. I have killed millions and I am pleased. I love to catch you with the element of surprise. I love pretending that I am your friend and lover. I have given you comfort, have I not ?
Wasn’t I there when you were lonely ? When you wanted to die, didn’t you call me ? I was there.
I love to make you hurt… I love to make you cry… Better yet, I love when I make you so numb you can neither hurt or cry. You can’t feel anything at all. This is true glory. I will give you instant gratification. And all I ask of you is long term suffering. I’ve been there for you always. When things were going right in your life, you invited me. You said you didn’t deserve these good things. And I was the only one who would agree with you. Together we were able to destroy all things good in your life.
People don’t take me seriously. They take strokes seriously. They take heart attacks, physical, emotional and mental pain seriously. They even take diabetes and liver dysfunction seriously. Fools that they are. They don’t know that without my help, most of these would not be made possible.
I am such a hated disease and yet I do not come uninvited. You chose to have me. So many have chosen me over reality and serenity.
More than you hate me, I hate all of you who have a 12 step program. Your program, your meetings, your higher power all weaken me. And I can’t function in the manner, I am accustomed to.
Now I must lie here quietly. You don’t see me, but I am growing bigger than ever. When you only exist, I may live. When you live, I only exist. But I am here….and until we meet again, If we meet again…. I wish you death and suffering..
“We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living and since that first breath… We’ll need grace that we’ve never given I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts and it’s not only when these eyes are closed these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach, but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north, stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will… so I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship, to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts. don’t let these waves wash away your hopes this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever we only have what we remember…”
“Look at you. You’re young. And you’re scared. Why are you so scared? Stop being paralyzed. Stop swallowing your words. Stop caring what other people think. Wear what you want. Say what you want. Listen to the music you want to listen to. Play it loud as fuck and dance to it. Go out for a drive at midnight and forget that you have school the next day. Stop waiting for Friday. Live now. Do it now. Take risks. Tell secrets. This life is yours. When are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”
“Cause you know what? Tragedies happen. What are you going to do, give up? Quit? No. I realize no when your heart breaks, you have to fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive. Because you are. And that pain you feel? That’s life.”—One Tree Hill
I never thought I’d be here, writing these words, much less writing them to you. Yet they flow through my mind every day, never once providing an opportunity to rest from thoughts of you and what I’ve lost. And so they flow through my pen onto paper, and maybe one day this current will carry them before your very eyes.
The truth is: I was wrong. I believe we needed a break, but I was wrong to think it should be permanent. These words I write pierce my heart, but I cannot deny the truth that I now know. I judged you unfairly and concluded that you were the drought withholding water from my thirsty soul, when in fact you were the river that flowed through my heart and gave it life! Nothing made my heart beat so fast with joy than the anticipation of crossing this barrier of distance to behold your beautiful face, your charming smile, your gentle spirit, and your loving heart.
The truth is: I miss you! I know I’ve been a jerk lately, and although I can’t justify that, talking to you has hurt. There’s a void inside my heart you used to fill and I miss having you in it. I know I’ve been pushing you further away from me and I greatly fear that I pushed beyond the point of return, but my heart quietly hopes this is not true. Words cannot express the sorrow of my heart for all I have put you through, but I long to make it right. I tore you apart the day I let you go and watched the shredded pieces fall like hail. Now I want nothing more than to bind your broken heart and restore it entirely.
The truth is: I think I’m still in love with you.. A million times I’ve denied it and written it off as a trick played by the mind and the heart, but neither are “playing”. You occupy my thoughts when I wake and when I sleep. The memory of your beauty makes its way into my mind, causing me to smile before I know what’s going on. Every moment that we’ve shared is a page written in my heart: I seek to preserve the pages we have written together, and I desire to extend this story of myself with you until I draw my final breath.
In ancient times, a King had a boulder placed on a roadway. Then he hid himself and watched to see if anyone would remove the huge rock. Some of the king’s wealthiest merchants and courtiers came by and simply walked around it. Many loudly blamed the King for not keeping the roads clear, but none did anything about getting the stone out of the way.
Then a peasant came along carrying a load of vegetables. Upon approaching the boulder, the peasant laid down his burden and tried to move the stone to the side of the road. After much pushing and straining, he finally succeeded. After the peasant picked up his load of vegetables, he noticed a purse lying in the road where the boulder had been. The purse contained many gold coins and a note from the King indicating that the gold was for the person who removed the boulder from the roadway. The peasant learned what many of us never understand - “Every obstacle presents an opportunity to improve our condition.”