One More Day

I've spent my life trying to understand moments. Trying to string them together in some way that my brain can make sense of. And although I don't think I'll fully understand until the end, I think some of the pieces leading me to this moment were pushing me to let go of you. You kept telling me that happiness was all the rage and I just couldn't see it. I was drowning, trying to reach you. One step back and every time I think about my life it's like a movie where I am now the audience screaming at my former self to push beyond the darkness. The me in the movie thinks she'll stop living if a boy doesn't let her back in. What I want to tell her so badly is that she won't stop living. That she'll be able to remember the days fondly because there was never any outcome, bad or good. That she just can't see all the pieces yet but they are there waiting for her to find just when she needs them most. Girl in the movie, push on for another day. Just one more day.

after

The worst moment in your life is never really the worst moment. It's the one after that you should fear.

Someone Else's Life

You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn't even happened yet.

via I Wrote This For You

Your biggest fear.

I finally understand what it takes to create a villain
Your darkest hour, your most desperate moment
tell me if you had the chance to change it all you wouldn't take it
tell me you wouldn't pay any price to tear out of the darkness
tell me that hurting the people you love would never cross your mind.


Well I'm telling you, its me.


The evil is me.

Sometimes I forget the reasons.

all of the words stuck in my throat.

while the things that actually happen to you would invariably disappoint, the things that never happened to you would never dim. Never fade. They would always be engraved in your heart with a sort of sweet sadness.

every day

There are days when I exist simply to prove you wrong about me.
via I wrote this for you

bruises.

How you lost your mind and your wrist got bruised. And you wanted better love well it's sleeping in your bedroom

dreadful words

‘Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.’

 – The Picture of Dorian Gray

Happy 4th from Mr. Feeny