August 25, 2011

"My favorite holiday is Halloween." I said in the small town diner. "I really dont like holidays, especially Valentine’s Day." "We’re celebrating Valentine’s Day next year!" he replied…seriously.

I don’t know what to think of him most days. He’s unlike anyone I’ve ever been with. I’m guarded and have this player perception of him that he is working diligently to change. Perhaps I’m just scared or I’m trying to not believe what is real. But how can a boy like him like me? Why does he like me? It’s all very strange to me. Wonder where this will go

August 17, 2011
"Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another."

— Jim Butcher (via kari-shma)

(Source: kari-shma, via quote-book)

August 17, 2011

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August 17, 2011
"I may sound old-fashioned, but I want to think all women should be treated like I want my wife, daughters, and granddaughters to be treated. I notice today that good manners—like standing up when a woman enters the room, helping a woman with her coat, letting her enter an elevator first, taking her arm to cross the street—are sometimes considered unnecessary or a throwback. These are habits I could never break, nor would I want to. I realize today a lot more women are taking care of themselves than in the past, but no woman is offended by politeness."

— Frank Sinatra  (via thoughtsdetained)

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August 17, 2011

I’ve told you a million times how much you mean to me. But I wonder if you ever believe it. I’ve written you poems, lullabies, notes, texts, emails, and blogs. But do you ever get it? Will you ever see what I see? The beauty in the wreckage. The strength in the weakness. The calm in the storm.

When I met you I never thought I’d love you like this. Like a child loves a teddy bear that it holds during the scariest of storms. Like a mother loves a redheaded step child. Like a lover loves a first love. So intimate, yet…so innocent.

I wonder if you’ll end up a tragedy. Or if you’ll end up being a beautiful piece in my life forever like an antique vase passed down for generations…beautiful memories with a priceless tag.

I wonder if someday we’ll write about these times. We’ll laugh undoubedtly, for these are the years that seem so important, so life changing…yet this is just the beginning. Or have we passed our prime?

We changed the world when we met. We threw caution to the wind and began something wonderful. Like a daily rollercoaster ride met with ups and downs, our hair blowing in the wind as we scream with fear and excitement combined. We changed history.

Wherever you go. Whatever you do. It’s always going to be just me and you.

July 10, 2011
"Some people care too much. I think it’s called love."

— A.A. Milne, in Winne the Pooh (via girlwithoutwings)

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July 10, 2011
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July 10, 2011
"Someday we’re gonna look back and all of those people who weren’t there for us will simply be blank faces. The people who were there for everything will be the ones standing right beside us still. keep your chin up."

— Megan Sims. (via johncollinblack)

July 1, 2011
"Sometimes, I even try to imagine what it would be like to see him again. Which is crazy. It`s been so long I doubt I`d even recognize him now. I could probably walk past him in the street and not even know it was him. Oh, who am I kidding? I`d recognize him in an instant. Even in a crowd. And do you want to know something else? Deep down inside, I know if I saw him again, I would still feel exactly the same."

Alexandra Potter, “You’re The One That I Don’t Want”
(via quote-book)

July 1, 2011
It’s Time I Write A Book

It’s incredible to wake up one morning and find your life completely changed. You aren’t the same person you were yesterday. You’re older, wiser. But you find that the people in your life aren’t the same either. I don’t know if it’s because you have changed or because you both have changed, but somehow you are no longer compatable.

I don’t believe in forcing any relationship to work. Perhaps I’m passive that way. I believe that relationships are work, yes, but they should not be more work than play. It’s true of any relationship that there are ups and downs and topsy turvy times, but those should be minimal and isolated. There are a few people in my life that I will fight to keep there no matter what the circumstances. Most others are disposable and I go into a relationship with someone knowing that at some point they will probably leave. Most go slowly, while others will leave an imprint that will forever scar your life. Those are the ones we most often want to forget. They haunt our dreams and our daily lives. We look at their facebook profiles, twitter feed, we even sometimes wake up hoping today will be the day that they realize that we are a precious gem that can’t be lived without. But alas, this rarely happens and we are left with the scars. I like to believe that somehow we too have scarred there lives. But in reality, it’s always harder to be left than to do the leaving. Eventually though, we wake up one morning and it’s different. There are new changes, good changes. We don’t need the disposable people in our lives anymore. We no longer feel the need to check their facebook profiles daily, we unfollow them on twitter, and we hope they never try to contact us again because we would rather move on than deal with the pain of them reentering our lives and taking us back a few million baby steps.

If you survive those experiences you become stronger. But the thing about survivors is, yes, they are strong, but they are also tramatized, hurt, scarred, and most definitely changed. But in the end, they are the ones who are looking down on everyone else because they have triumphed and they know the true meaning of life, love, and everything else caught in between.

"You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them."-Maya Angelou