get a hold of your dreams; you'll chase them your whole life

Standing beside him the stars shined even brighter, and for a moment all the world was still. I knew we belonged together the moment our eyes met. And I thought nothing lasts forever, but maybe this one will.

Know someone as much as you can. Hold onto the moments that define them. Then when their body leaves, they won’t.
- I Wrote This For You

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living

Tonight I'm drowning in my favorite records, trying to forget how every thread reminds me of the nights I spent with you. They play the soundtrack to my falling tears, the soundtrack to this wasted year

"You can't wait for someone to fly underneath you and save your life.
I think you have to save yourself."

We're locked in an image, an act. And the sad thing is, people get so used to their image; they grow attached to their masks; they love their chains. They forget all about who they really are. And if you try to remind them, they hate you for it. They feel like you're trying to steal their most precious possession.

QUITURCRYIN

So quit your crying.

And wipe the tears from your eyes.

Cause this is

'See you later.'

I'm not into
Goodbyes.

all i want is a boy who can play a song for me

someone who will write a song about me

sing it to me

sing me anything;

onetwothreefour

When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.

After four and a half long months, alex and i are officially over.

i never wanted it to end,

yet again, i never wanted it to begin.

it started too quickly, and ended too soon, they say.

there's so many things that i could have done differently.

but things go how they go;

people move on and grow older,

realizing what they really want out of life.

and even if he doesn't want me,

i'll be moving on, too.

it's hard to say that i am completely devestated that it's over.

i saw it coming- for a while now.

we fought, constantly. he was jealous. and i couldn't take it.

neither could he.

i have many things that i need to fix according to him, before i even think about starting another relationship.

one. i talk "bad" about him behind his back...

two. i'm too selfish

three. i'm hypocritical

and four. i'm going to COLLEGE.

don't know how that last one fits in there?

i think he's scared.

he's always scared, worried. about something. about everything.

well that's just too bad.

sorry i wasn't everything you wanted.

and sorry i wasn't good enough for you.

"no, i'm not stickin' with you."

-alex huth.

just a little bit of crazy;

our roads meet at the same dead end