how long before i’m just a memory?
how long before i’m just a memory?
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| | It’s so hard to describe. It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like…gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her…You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother. |
theres a part of me worth keeping
| | When the men betray you - and they will betray you- use this as an opportunity to forgive, as a heightened experience from which you can make music, write poetry, paint paintings. Believe me, you will be privy to a world that’s more vivid than your crayon - more colorful than those snapshots your father is so fond of. A place where your creativity is queen. So plunge in, say yes, fall recklessly in love. Feel more deeply than your friends do. Hit the heights, descend into the depths. Kiss the lads smack on the lips and move on- like it did. I survived love and you will too. |
I just want to go home…I hate not having a solid place to live. It scares me to be this way. I’ve never felt so lost before in my life.
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leads to evilness