December 27, 2012

• Carry on

  

  Yes, losing your hearts desire is tragic, but gaining your hearts desire is all you can hope for. This year I wished for love to immerse myself into someone else and to wake a heart afraid to heal; my wish was granted. If having that is tragic, then give me tragedy cause I woudn’t give it back for the world.

  
  

  This is for the girls who don’t always win, who stay up all night listening to music that inspires them to do things next to the impossible. The girls who laugh, smile, cry and think all on a daily basis. The girls who like, learn, and regret. The girls who may never have it easy. The girls who learn the hard way and live to tell about it. The real girls.

  
  

  it’s okay to let yourself go, as long as you can get yourself back.

  
  

  There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

  
  

  With enough time, we all find what we’re looking for. Even if it was there all along.

  
  

  We want what we can’t have, we crave those who hurt us, and we desire the touch of those who reject us. Human nature: the kiss of death. It leads us all to suffering, and nothing but.

  
  

  You can’t change someone without destroying who they were.

  
  

  There’s a difference between goodbye and letting go. Goodbye is “I’ll see you again when I’m ready to hold your hand, & when you’re ready to hold mine. Letting go is “I’ll miss your hand. I realized it’s not mine to hold, and I will never hold it again.”

  
  

  Wherever I am, I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else.

  
  

  You can have all the faith you want in spirits, & the afterlife, & heaven & hell, but when it comes to this world, don’t be an idiot. ‘Cause you can tell me you put your faith in God to get you through the day, but when it comes time to cross the street, I know you look both ways.

  
  

  It feels like someone kicked you in the stomach, feels like your heart stopped beating, feels like that dream you know the one when you are falling and you want so desperately to wake up before you hit the ground but its all out of your control, you cant trust anything anymore, no one is who they say they are, your life is changed forever, and the only thing to come out of the whole ugly experience is no one will be able to break your heart like that again.

  
  

  You know, after that day, I changed. I am no longer the same person I was two days ago. I don’t know what is different, but I know I am not the same, and I know I never will be again. I am not the same person who believed in fate…I won’t believe in ‘signs’ anymore, because they really don’t mean anything, no matter how bad you wish or hope they do. As of right now, I don’t even believe in love. There is no happily ever after, not in this world. At least not for me. Not now. Not ever.

  
  

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