You, with your switching sides and your wildfire lies and your humiliation, You, have pointed out my flaws again, as if I don’t already see them, I walk with my head down trying to block you out ‘coz I’ll never impress you, I just wanna feel okay again.
All you are is mean, and a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life and mean. And mean, and mean, and mean, and mean.
“We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers than words will allow us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love.”—James Frey (via bloodisthenewblackk)
“look at you. you’re young. and you’re scared. why are you so scared? stop being paralyzed. stop swallowing your words. stop caring about what other people think. wear what you want. say what you want. listen to the music you want to listen to. play it loud as fuck and dance to it. go out and forget that you have class the next day. stop waiting for friday. live now. do it now. take risks. this life is yours. when are you going to realize that you can do whatever you want?”—unknown.