We fall like shooting stars and autumn leaves.
Staying up later than the streetlights, promising what never could be.
I can't be anything without you, I can't be anything without you by my side.

"If you really want to know something about me, you should know this: I like my music loud. I mean loud. I'm not talking the kind of loud where you parents knock on your bedroom door and ask you to turn it down. Please. That's amateur hour. When I say loud, I mean you-can't-hear-your-parents-knocking-and-the-neighbors-are-putting-a-for-sale-sign-on-their-house-and-moving-to-another-block-because-they-can't-handle-the-constant-noise-anymore loud. You have to turn it up so that your chest shakes and the drums get in between your ribs like a heartbeat and the bass goes up your spine and frizzles your brain and all you can do is dance or spin in a circle or just scream along because you know that however this music makes you feel, it's exactly right."

i don't want the whole entire world,
the sky and the stars,
i just want you to lie underneath them with me.

When you're down, I may not always
be able to pick you up,
but I promise I'll always be wiling
to lay right next to you.

How do you leave the past behind when it keeps finding ways to your heart?

When I sleep, I dream of you. And when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart.
-Nights in Rondanthe ; Nicholas Sparks

"things are never gonna be the same
and all i have to say is
you're the only one to blame."

I dont have a type when it comes to men. In fact, my choices are completely random. Some say I dont know what I want. I say, I like to keep things interesting.

Someday someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.

Music; my antidrug? Ha, no. For me, its more like my drug because thats
what i get high on.

We have this chemistry,
it may involve a little anatomy,
but in the end it's just a little algebra
you + me = history.

a morning without coffee is like sleep.

Yeah...maybe I did get hurt.
But at least I can say I was in love.

Maybe I'm scared to say I'm falling for you.

She didn't want the night to end because for once, her unsteady world had a perfect ending.

i'm not usually like this so i'm trying to fight this, but i'm burning for you

Where do you go when it gets dark? And is there room for me?

Love can come again. You've got to believe that.

There's a part of me that's going to be in love with you for the rest of my life

And there's just one thing that I need to know. Who is the one you stay awake at night to think about?

I don't think you will ever comprehend the hold you have on me.

Maybe I wasn't asking you to love me, maybe I was asking you to understand. Because for so long I've been hurt, and for so long you've ignored it. And maybe it is bad timing, but maybe I don't care. I've been here all along just waiting, waiting for you to notice, waiting for you to care. Waiting for you to say that you've been waiting too and you haven't, and maybe you never will. Or maybe you're afraid to. But it all hurts the same, and in the end, I'm the one that's left broken and when I lay down to sleep, I'm still the one crying. So screw the bad timing. I've loved you then, like I love you now, like I probably always will.

There's only a few things I've wanted to hold onto. One being the color of the sky so blue, and every feeling I've ever felt when I was touching you.

best friends, you fight. I fight. You hurt. I hurt.
You cry. I cry. You jump off a bridge.
I'll get a paddle boat && save your dumb ass.

& i'd rather be standing outside.
in the freezing cold with you
Than to be warm in the arms
of someone else.

some people are easy to get over
they only take a week or two,
but sooner or later you`ll find the one
who has changed everything about you,
and no matter how hard you try,
you can`t find the words to say goodbye.

Something tells me that whatever happens with us,
whether we stay together or go our separate ways,
neither one of us will ever forget the time we spent together.

so everyone says you can have any
guy you want. then you think, yeah, that's
my problem .. he isn't just any guy.

it's those days where we sit around and do nothing
it's the moments we laugh so hard, we cry
it's the way we look at each other.
and know whats going through each others mind.
it's those stupid pictures and the jokes
those are the reasons we're best friends

It's when you can't stop smiling and he's the one
you feel happiest with. There's just that one thing
about him you just don't see in other guys; and
when you're not with him, the only place
 you want to be is in his arms

Finding a friendship like ours is like
nailing jello to a tree; impossible.

There are some things you can't fake.
I guess that it's typical to cling to memories
you'll never get back again,and to sort
through old photographs of a summer
long ago or a friend you used to know.

I speak what is on my mind, I hold
nothing back. I have thoughts and
feelings too, remember that.

so what if we prank call people on Friday nights.
So what if we think “yo momma” jokes are hilarious.
Why does it matter that we sometimes talk like we’re
mentally challenged, and dance like we have to pee.
We’re best friends and we love it.

I don't know what it is about you. maybe it's the
way nothing else matters when we're talking, or
how you make me smile more than anyone else
has. it could be the way you say the right thing
at exactly the right time. but whatever it is, i just
want you to know that it means everything to me.

those random kisses on my forehead, and
the way you smile everytime you see me..
that means the world to me.

I'll never hate him for not loving me. I'll never hate seeing him with the one he loves. Because I know he's happy. But what I hate about him is that he's making me fall even more, while I'm trying my very best to let him go.

She over-thinks every little conversation, treasures every second you look into her eyes, makes fun of all the cute things you do, but she can't gather the nerve to tell you how much she truly loves you.

You know that I still care about you, and I don't have to tell you that. You can just tell by the way I look at you. And I could tell you a hundred times that I don't care about you, but you know I still do.

It's just how she lives. Loving all the wrong people and wishing all the wrong things.

I know you weren't worth it. If only my heart would believe it.

"when kids hit one year old, it's like
hanging out with a miniature drunk;
you have to hold onto them. they
bump into things. they laugh and
cry. they urinate, they vomit."
-Johnny Depp-

modesty: the gentle art of enhancing your
charm by pretending not to be aware of it.

if you love me, say it.
if you trust me, do it.
if you want me, show it.
if you need me, prove it.

i'm at that time in my life where i
could be having the time of my life,
right? i want to make out in the back
seat of his car, i want to go to these
outrageous parties with people who
are older than me, make some bad
decisions then fix them. i want to
have a lot to tell my daughter--that
the craziest, most thrilling part of
your life is when your seventeen.
i want to experience life and love,
learning everything in between.

I'm the kind of girl who kicks the soda
machine because it ripped me off. The kind
who skips with friends down to the mall then
stops and says, "Nevermind. I know too many
people here today." The kind who can always
win an argument because I start to get illogical.
The kind who likes to get noticed. The kind who
is afraid of everything. The kind who will hug you
without even knowing your name. The kind who
will talk for hours on the phone when you might
not even be there. The kind who doesn't order
a salad on a date. The kind who doesn't really
know who she is, but will never forget what she
isn't. The kind who has a hard time letting go.
The kind who has OCD traits and wants everything
to be perfect. The kind who wants to find the one.
The kind who listens to the rules and follows them;
for the most part. And most of all, I'm the kind of
girl who wants to change the world.

It’s not the big events that hurt the
most, but rather the smallest questionable
shift in tone at the end of a spoken word
that can plow most deeply into the heart.

I programmed your number into
my phone knowing that you'd never call,
but just incase you do, I want to know it's you.

I liked the days when boys were written down
on paper listed on your top 5,
instead of you carrying them in your heart.
When you would brag about how cool your parents were,
instead of talking about how they now ruin your lives.
When the only reason you didn't want to get out of bed for school
was because you were sleepy,
& now it's because each day is a struggle.
While hide & seek was the coolest game,
instead of guys seeing how many girls
they can go out with at one time.
When you wished upon birthday candles,
& now you wish on a boy who is holding your heart.
The days when you were just a kid who still had their innocence,
& now you're a teenager who knows everything has changed.

She talks too loud.
She says things that she should keep to herself.
She's slow and silly.
She can be very thickheaded and rude.
She wants too much.
She stays hidden behind a fake smile.
She cries at night to the sad songs on the radio.
She runs away from the truth.
She doesn't want to do anything but lay in his arms.
but he wants absolutely nothing to do with her.

Do you know her favorite colors are pink & orange?
Do you know she can`t sleep without at least
two pillows & when someone mentions you her
eyes sparkle. She doesn`t like to say I love you
if she thinks she may not mean it. Did you know
she hates arguing, but she`s good at it.
She loves the way you look at her,
but hates to go a day without talking to you.
She only giggles if you look at her,
but she loves the fact that you do.
The only thing that bothers her is when
people walk into her life & she knows they can`t stay.
You are her love. Break her heart & it will take
a while for her to get over you.

sometimes, i hope we're still friends when
i get married. i hope that i'll invite you to
the wedding, and you'll come. you'll see me
as the happiest girl in the world. you'll see
me with a guy who treats me right and loves
me more than himself. you'll see all that you
could've had, and you'd regret letting me go.
but the thing that i want you to see the most
is that i survived without you.

There's three things in life every girl needs:
+ Love to make her weak,
+ Alcohol to make her strong,
+ And best friends when both things
make her hit the floor <3

two teardrops were floating down the river
one teardrop said to the other " i'm a teardrop
of a man who loved a girl and lost her
who are you?" i'm a teardrop of a girl
regrets letting the man go"

a good friend will talk with you about
a boy you're thinking about, but a best
friend will blurt out "she likes you &
wants to bang you!" right to his face

bottom line: couples who are truly right
for each other wade through the same
crap as everybody else, but the big
difference is, they don't let it take
them down.

i kissed him.
and I'm not going to lie
if felt great; and i really missed him.
i missed those great days we had
before the break up.
but that's just it, we did break up,
and there were reasons.

i was in his arms & he was kissing me;
& everything was fine; more than fine even.
everything was perfect, just because he loved me

NEVER say " i wish i was dead "
because if it came true.. you'd make
somebody else say the same thing <\3

life is an opportunity      ... benefit from it
life is a beauty               ... admire it
life is a dream                ... realize it
life is a challenge         ... meet it
life is a duty                   ... complete it
life is a game                 ... play it
life is a promise             ... fulfill it
life is sorrow                ... overcome it
life is a song                 ... sing it
life is a struggle            ... accept it
life is a tragedy              ... confront it
life is an adventure      ... dare it
life is luck                     ... make it
life is life                       ... fight for it

here's to the moment;
this moment in your life when nothing at all
is perfect, but everything feels so right.

you look ravishing in that blue shirt.
but would like some help taking it off.
you know you want me. you know i want you too.
if given the chance, what's a boy to do.
yeah if given the chance, what's a girl to.
do you really want to know what's going on in my head?
if so i'll have to tell you with my lips.
lovely lips, tangled in sheets.
who needs love when you've got insecurities?
lovely hips, tangled in seams.
two drunk kids fucking in the backseat.
won't you say what you really mean. you want to fuck me.

i still wish you would call. not to go do anything, just to talk.
i miss hearing your voice every night, and i guess i just miss you making me smile.

you got a funny way of saying i love you.
you got a pretty smile you should use it more often.
you got a pair of eyes i like to look at.
you got a beautiful voice i like to listen to you sing in the morning
on our way to school. i got a couple of hours to spare this evening.
and just a few more days before i'm leaving.
the rain outside is calling our name.
i think we should show it up and prove
city kids do more than just sit indoors and watch daytime tv.
there's a song playing on the am station.
i look at you and i start dancing.
your laugh's about as loud as my footsteps
on the wooden floor we don't sweep too often
'cause we're lazy and we're free to do as we please.

And honestly, I have been begging for answers
That you and only you can give to me
A voice crying loud
I've been crying for days now
And as I start to run, I stop to breathe.

Because you're hoping you're wrong.
And everytime he does something
that tells you he's no good, you ignore it.
And everytime he comes through and
surprises you, he wins you over,
and you lose that argument with yourself,
that he's not for you.

How many times, how many chances,
Should I let you take me for granted.

We could all take a lesson from crayons:
Some are sharp, some are beautiful,
some have weird names, all are different colors;
but they all have to learn to live in the same box.

Love doesn't hold grudges.
It doesn't keep thinking over
& over again about how someone hurt you.
Love doesn't give up just cause something
goes wrong or cause your feelings are hurt.
Those who love just keep right on loving.

Best friends hang tough. They don't come with 'Fragile'
stickers & aren't easily scared off or ticked off. Best
friends help you out whenever they can, make time for
you even when they don't have any, & trust your
friendship enough to say 'No'. Best friends are
cross-your-heart-&-hope-to-die, good-times-&-bad-times,
borrow-anything, tell-you-everything,
trust-you-with-their-deepest-darkest-secrets,
always-&-forever friends

When i look in the [ mirror ]
i imagine a [ pretty ] girl
and i think, that [ can`t ] be me
till i [ open ] my eyes
and see the real me
the girl with the large [ brown ] eyes
who has makeup [ smeared ] on her face
from wipeing away the [ tears ]
a girl whos [ afraid ] of regret
a girl whos [ confused ]
who [ can`t ] make up her mind
why must i fight my[ insecurities ]
why can`t i just be [ happy]

theres no other feeling in the world
like knowing that he could be with
any girl in the entire world, but he
chooses to be with you

And I count myself the luckiest kid in the world
because you considered me your best friend.

 I will forgive but I won't forget.
I hope you know you lost my respect
Best friends are best friends because
no matter how long it's been since
you've talked to them,
when you see them again,
you can start right where you left off.

One day, a little girl was playing around with a
paper clip. She was sitting in between her best
guy friend, and the guy she had a crush on.
"What are you doing?" the little girl`s best friend
asked. The girl tapped her crush on the shoulder,
and gave him the paper clip, which was now bent
out of its own shape and now looked like a heart.
He played around with it. Dropped it. stepped on
it. and eventually gave it back to her. The girl`s
eyes started to water.."I gave him my heart, but
he just broke it!" She turned to her best friend as
the scrap metal fell to the ground. Just then, her
best friend took the broken heart and fiddled
around with it.He showed the girl the metal,
which he bent back into a heart shape. "Here.
I fixed your heart. Can I have it?" he asked.