So, heres the deal.
This is my first time being on the site in months. I never have time for it, or even want to update it. But im feeling in the mood for it tonight. Im a senior this year and life is just flying right by me, as much as i wish it'd go by faster. But thats reality for you.




The only thing we never get enough of is love;
and the only thing we never give enough of is love.


If you're reading this, congratulations, you're alive...
If thats not something to smile about,
Then i don't know what is.


Take all your plans, turn it into something you were missing.

It's been months.. i'm sorry.
I don't think i can do this anymore.
Thanks for everyone who supported this site,
without you i wouldn't of lasted this long.
I might come back, but don't get your hopes up.
Have a good summer <3



It’s laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn’t. It’s the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It’s being touched by hands that aren’t your own. It’s the thrill of an escape that almost wasn’t. It’s the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It’s helping a friend find something they lost. It’s a smile, a joke, a song. It’s what someone does that they like doing. It’s what someone does that they like remembering. It’s the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It’s the road ahead and the road behind. It’s the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life. -The Good Life



Girls were born knowing how destructive the truth could be. They learned to hold it in, tamp it down, like gunpowder in an old fashioned gun. Then it exploded in your face, on a November day in the rain." - Janet Fitch

-This quote is weird, and doesn't really make sense to me. But i love it, for some reason.



Six.
I'm still here, but I'm barely holding on.



Seven.
I love writing, I love opinions and quotes and expressions. It's so beautiful to know that you're not alone in this messed up world. It's relieving to know that someone else feels the same way you do.



Eight.
I often wonder if life is easier for other people - Or they're just better at faking it.



Nine.
"All we are, all we can be, are the stories we tell," he says, and he is talking as if he is talking only to me. "Long after we are gone, our words will be all that is left, and who is to say what really happened or even what reality is? Our stories, our fiction, our words will be as close to truth as can be. And no one can take that away from you."



Ten.
Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.



Eleven.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend the rest of his life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time. When they were thirteen they got into a fight and for three weeks they didn’t talk. When they were fifteen she showed him the scar on her left breast. Their love was a secret they told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said.



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