Lone crowd.

: I’m telling you, there’s nothing wrong with being lonely sometimes,

 it’s okay, you’ll be alright.

Do you know why people hate to admit they are lonely? It’s because when you do, everyone thinks that something is wrong with you. They think “I have people in my life, why don’t you?” But the strange thing is, you can have people in your life and still be alone. 

Because sometimes people do…

A CALL FROM YOU:

Do you know how you make me feel when you call me? It’s like I won a lottery. It’s like I won a million prize. I want to hear your voice more. I want to hear you laugh. I want to hear your stories. 

I want to hear how you say you love me.

Experience please.

“I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core on non-feeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and to think, to think and live, to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love. “

- Sylvia Plath

Jarred.

I've tried.

I honestly have.

But I can't find the key to this catastrophic mess.

Emotions locked away.

Is there any other mean of retrieval?

Or would it be for good?

Tell me there'll be another boxing day.

Meanwhile fill tears to my eyes.
cos I'll just be hoping for a good cry.

Some bad rhyming.

Hand in hand,

Arms wound tight.

Side by side.

Like left and right.

Two talk and listen,

with a gaze or two.

My eyes are fixed,

On only you.

Sipping your drink,

Stealing spoonfuls,

Pinching those cheeks,

which only I do.

Going on rides,

both in the car,

Stopping for drinks,

not way too far.

Glisten stars,

we often see.

Way way up,

like you and me.

Perhaps those were memories,

Though they seem so true.

Perhaps they were illusions,

Oh what a rue.

Wouldn't it be funny,

With a kick of scare,

If all this while,

Was some ghost affair.

Like the movie,

You saw, not me.

Though I peaked a little, 

Hoping not to pee.

Maybe like the movie,

At the end, it seems,

That it was a ghost story,

Where the girl gleams.

Random thought,

another 'what if',

Say if it were true,

What ever would you do?

Kitty morning call.

  

 

..my kitten does to me to wake me up in the mornings♥

This is for.

this is for no becoming yes
this is for fear becoming trust
this is for saying i love you to people who will never say it to us
for scraping away the rust
and remembering how to shine
for the dime you gave away when you didn’t have a penny
for the many beautiful things we do
for every song we’ve ever sung
for refusing to believe in miracles
because miracles are the impossible coming true,
and everything is possible

“What keeps you going isn’t some fine destination but just the road you’re on, and the fact that you know how to drive. You keep your eyes open, you see this damned-to-hell world you got born into, and you ask yourself, ‘What life can I live that will let me breathe in & out and love somebody or something and not run off screaming into the woods?”— Barbara Kingsolver

Ripoff.

If another girl steals him away,

Let it be. If he really did care about you, he would have brushed the other girl off, he would have realized what he was doing was wrong, he would’ve told her to back off & go find someone else, but instead, he allowed her to take him away from you. & you don’t want a guy like that, cause that ain’t a man, that’s just another horny little boy. See, real men are loyal. And loyal men don’t get stolen.

Loving.

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: 

You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.” 

— Lauren Oliver