Sometimes we have to stay away from the things we love, and learn to appreciate the things we need.
Here I go so dishonestly
Leave a note for you my only one
And I know you can see right through me
So let me go and you will find someone
Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, Every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe a happy ending doesn’t include a guy, maybe… it’s you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment you never gave up hope.
Greg Behrendt; He’s Just Not That into You
She’s a pretty typical teenager. Angry, insecure, confused. I wish I could tell her that’s all going to pass, but I don’t want to lie to her.
Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it’s better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.
When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.
Paulo Coelho; Eleven Minutes
And I’ll close my eyes, and dream of a better time .
When I’ll be finally past this and I’ll be happy on my own.
I’ve done all I can, and I’ve still been cast aside.
All I ever wanted to be was be the one who would wipe those tears from your eyes.
But I guess I’ll play second best, to a world that will never care about you.
You’ll never understand, you’re just another pretty face.
You’ll tell me that you care, and then run straight back to him.
I can hear your voice of treason from a mile away.
You never did know how to whisper.
You’re such a liar. Tell me the truth.
Heartless; A Day to Remember
Outwardly, I was everything a well brought up girl should be. Inside, I was screaming.
That was the thing about best friends. Like sisters and mothers, they could piss you off and make you cry and break your heart, but in the end, when the chips were down, they were there, making you laugh even in your darkest hours.
Kristin Hannah; Firefly Lane
Whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.