Maybe getting over someone you’re in love with isn’t impossible…unless,maybe you don’t actually get over it; maybe you just learn to live with it.
You said I gave you butterflies, then you flew out of my life.
Because we expect each other to always be the people in that picture. But people change. People aren’t pictures. And you can either take a new picture, or throw the old one away.
Every single girl has this boy and every single girl will remember him forever - he’s not the one for us, but he’ll always be somewhere in our hearts.
“If you’re my girl, swirl me around your room with feeling. And as we twirl, the glow in the dark stars on your ceiling will shine for us, as love sweeps over the room. Cause we tend to make each other blush. You make me blush.”
Don’t talk to me because you’re “bored.” I’m not here to entertain you, and don’t come to me only when you need a favor. I don’t like being used. Just get away cause I’m not going to be your last resort. I want someone to talk to me because they sincerely want to. Those kind of people are worth my time.
I think I’m at the point where I’ve liked you for so long that it’s just an automatic reaction for me. I don’t know if I really still do. Sure, whenever someone says your name my heart beats faster. I still get jealous, and you still have the power to ruin my entire day; but I have a feeling that’s just how it’s gonna be for a while. I know I need to move on. I just don’t know if I can. I’m not strong enough to move away from the one amazing person that’s been on my mind for so long. So, do you think you could make this easy for me and just love me back?
Next time you’re stressed, take a step back, inhale & laugh. Remember who you are & why you are here. You’re never given anything in this world that you cannot handle. Be strong, be flexible, love yourself & love others. Always remember, just keep moving forward.
I’m not like any of the other girls, That’s where you made you’re first mistake.
But don’t forget who you really are. And I’m not talking about your so-called real name. All names are made up by someone else, even the one your parents gave you. You know who you really are. When you’re alone at night, looking up at the stars, or maybe lying in your bed in total darkness, you know that nameless person inside you. Your muscles will toughen. So will your heart and soul. That’s necessary for survival. But don’t lose touch with that person deep inside you, or else you won’t really have survived at all.
He looked at me and said, “Do you ever feel like you’re working for something you’re never going to get? A shoot and miss kind of a deal. Like, no matter what, you can’t have it, but that makes you fight for it just a little bit more?” I looked at him, stared at him for a second, and replied, “Everyday.”
Forget the risk, and take the fall. If it’s what you want, then it’s worth it all.
When you’re young, everything feels like the end of the world. But it’s not; it’s just the beginning. You might have to meet a few more jerks, but one day you’re gonna meet a boy who treats you the way you deserve to be treated. Like the sun rises and sets with you.
I hate how people think after you graduate that we’ll never see these people again. These people are the ones who know us better than anybody else. We played recess and gym with these kids. We had art and music with them too. These are the people who we did school projects with and rushed to get our homework done right before class with. These might have also been the kids we made fun of or judged, but when we leave, we’ll remember them and we’ll miss them. The quiet kid, the shy kid, the outgoing kid and the clown. They all will be missed. Even you.
I’m a girl. I have feelings. I overreact. I underestimate. I overestimate. I over think everything. I look too deep into everything’s meaning. I dream big. My expectations are high. I can tell when I’m being lied to but sometimes I wish I didn’t. Yes I get jealous, and I’m always scared I’ll lose you. That’s why when I ask how you are I mean it. When I ask how your day was, I genuinely want to know. And when I say I love you, I’m not lying.
I don’t need some elaborate apology. I don’t need you to play our song in front of all our friends, or just me. I don’t need you to wait outside my class with a dozen roses. I just need you to tell me simply that you’re sorry, and that you need me as much as I need you.
Being grown up isn’t half as fun as growing up: These are the best days of our lives. The only thing that matters is just following your heart and eventually you’ll finally get it right.
If love isn’t a game, then why are there so many players?
Google doesn’t have all the answers. It can’t tell you how to fall in love, or how to know if someone’s falling in love with you. It can’t tell you if you’re falling out of love, or if someone’s falling out of love with you. It can’t tell you if someone is lying to you. It can’t tell you how to say goodbye to people you love. It can’t tell you if you should follow your head or your heart. Google can’t explain why he left. It can’t explain why he didn’t follow when you walked away. Nobody can answer those questions, except ourselves.
High School is the constant for four years of your life. No matter what happens the night before, you still have to wake up and put on a show for seven hours the next morning. It doesn’t change, five days a week, nine months a year. You walk through the same doors, see the same people, and stare at the same white walls for four years. You take notes, stress over tests, and sleep in classes throughout the year. Teachers become friends and enemies in the same hour. The lunch ladies make the same bland food, and the principal wears the same tie day after day. And then what? Then you go out into the big world where 99% of the people surrounding you have no idea who you are. 99% of the people around you have no idea what your middle name is, and 99% of the people around you would not give a damn if you suddenly dropped dead. High School only lasts 4 years, and although it seems like you’re literally living through hell, you’ll never have the chance to live the same experience the rest of your life.