If you get between me and the things I love, I will ask you politely to move.

If you get between me and the people I love, you will move.



All the lies you told,
All the pain your eyes hold
When you come around
See all 'o the rain falling down
I just wanna tell you what I see,
see you falling apart in front of me

And I don't know what to do,
don't know what to say
Wanna hold you in my arms,
Keep all the demons at bay~



If you wonder when I hear that song if I wonder too, I do.



I honestly couldn't care less if you like the same bands or you've read the same books. Tell me one original thing, tell me one true, real thing that brings me to my fucking knees that I've never heard before and I'm yours.



But really, all we want, and I speak for the entire human race here, is contact. Someone to let us know that we aren't alone. That the world isn't a dream and you and I really are happening at the same time, even if it's not in the same place. That this is real. You're really there. I'm really here. We're real.

This is real.



Between you and me (somewhere between now and then), this is where we buried the children we once were.



All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water.

And that's the tragedy of living.



Don't you think you've had enough?



But love is none of these things. It won't suddenly make every day ok. It won't change who you are. It won't make your car go faster. It doesn't even wash your dishes.







If you really knew how I felt, you'd call an ambulance.



There are days when I exist simply to prove you wrong about me.



You can chase the shadows if you want to. But all you'll do, is make them longer.



Do you remember when we were vampires? Do you remember when we ran through the streets at night, our heads back, laughing and screaming, so alive it felt like we owned the world? Do you remember?





I found meaning in the chaos of the world around us. One serene, beautiful moment when the world and everything in it makes sense. It's rare. And it doesn't get handed to you on a platter. Which is why you've got an entire lifetime to look for it. I found you.



There are moments of such pure, sublime, unparalleled perfection that they will force you to close your eyes and hold on to them as best you can. (That was the moment I found you.)

Life is a series of these moments. Everything else is just waiting for them.

The lift makes us all equals. Business men, super models, rock stars, poor people, strange people, you and me. We are all silent when confronted with each other.

Then we get out on our different floors (some higher, some lower) and carry on with our lives, thankful we no longer have to deal with our own inhumanity.



Learn four new things everyday. Something about yourself. Something about the people you love. Something about the world. And something about a stranger.



Watching you. While you watch me. Watching back.



Remember how a few minutes exactly 1 week ago changed the lives of so many, forever.




<3



:D







My Love. Westlife.







Sweet Home Alabama (2002)!



And here comes the feeling you thought you'd forgotten.



The things we can't change usually end up changing us.



















He could barely see the world; a blur of surreal colors to his azure eyes.



There are the small betrayals: the unkind word, the petty lies. And there are the betrayals that you know so well (that you choreographed) that turn the strong light of day into bitter dust.



It's a simple game. You win when you stop caring about it.







I never fell in love with you. I just fell.











Now watch me disappear.



Love is patient and kind, it is never jealous, love is never boastful or conceited, it is never rude or selfish, it does not take offence, nor is it resentful. Love takes no pleasure in others sins but delights in the truth; it is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope and to endure whatever comes. Love does not come to an end. There are three things that last, faith, hope and love and the greatest of these is love.

-A Walk To Remember.



I'm missing someone I haven't even met.



















They say that home is not a place, it's a person. But what they fail to realize is that home isn't human, nor is it tangible. Rather, it is a part of us. It is every place and every person and every thing that we've touched; that've touched us. Buildings crumble and people leave but we can always return to our memories. Home is your mother's voice. The theme song of your favourite childhood TV show. It's the sound my camera makes when I wind the film. The feeling of my guitar strings against my fingertips. The first rain of every summer. You know how everyone says home is where the heart is? Well, they've got it backwards. My heart is where my home is.



Omg DUMBO!!!







There are some things that once you've lost, you never get back.
Innocence is one. Love is another. I guess childhood is a third.

-courtesy to ak.



He says he's fine, but he's going insane. He says he's good, but he's in a lot of pain. He says it's nothing, but really, it's a lot. He says he's okay, when he's fucking not okay.