All we need is faith
ikr…sucks dont it
far from it…..why would you ask?
no aha,we had a nice run it was really nice,but there’s no point going back it’s best to just leave it as it is..we’re great friends anyway so its not bad at all
aha i wish i could aha :P i dont feel comfortable posting why we did here,mainly because i still dont know why we did…but she’s happier now with someone else so im happy for her
if im honest,i dont know because i was a pathetic alcoholic so i really dont remember,all i know is when i ‘woke up’ she was there and i never wanted to go back into that state again,why is it that you ask? :)
hm,well they run like a penguin. they’re absolutley fantastic and amazing in everyway,they know how to make me feel like absolute shit but also know how to make me feel my best,they always seem to be kinda upset when i see them,but we dont talk about it we just make eachother happy,they give me a reason to smile
Well, I’m digging a ditch
For this gold-digging bitch
Watch out ‒ she’s quick
This is one fucked up love story
im not going on fb…i can go on skype
i cant, i just dont know what to do,you’re better off not getting involved for your own sakes i’ve hurt you enough as it is
Maybe I’m the somebody covered in cuts.
As if my lovers lips are made of thin steel
And I’m hoping tonight that they’re going to kiss me a little deeper
Because lately I’ve been having trouble feeling
I’ver never felt needed or wanted
so tonight I’ll settle for feeling noticed
if I wasn’t here
would you notice?
some lives are so quick they fit inside fortune cookies
and read like apologies
Whoever I am
I have a life.
And what that really means is that I have a story
and make it’s not as bright or as shiny as you’d like it to be.
Maybe it’s got a few too many funerals
and not enough kittens and baskets or sneezing baby pandas
Maybe it’s covered in mistakes and oozing with regrets
Maybe it’s too much after too much
and the only thing that gets me through it is the promise of the next chapter
Because please, please this story’s gotta change
and I only just realized that I’m the one holding the pen.
So maybe I’m ready.
the word itself May-Be
It is the optimism of uncertainty
it’s the way we say hope
without having to say hope..
Maybe our stories can save us.
Maybe you’ve heard this one before
Maybe my body and my story are the only things that I have
and it’s Christmas,
So I’d like to give you something.
So if you want it.
Here’s my story.
It’s sad in some places
But it’s only purpose is to reassure you,
That if you are alone on Christmas
You are not alone.
” — Shane Koyczan - For the Loneliest City (via psl-)