so much to give and no one to give it to
so much to give and no one to give it to
"Smart girls are the overthinkers, the insecure ones, the different ones. They know what the real world is like. They analyze every little thing in life. Why? To avoid getting hurt. To find happiness. They stay up at night trying to think about every possible situation to get through all the problems. They think too much. They trust fewer people. Their insecurity proves their respect toward themselves. Of course they try to live away from a drama-filled life. Smart girls know their worth. Now those are the ones worth keeping by your side."
Unknown (via bl-ossomed)


I was gonna write about you again. but then I remembered you don’t care. and I should be over this.  truthfully, I didn’t deal with it in the first place.  maybe that’s why it’s been pouring out of me lately. the emotions and hurt, I mean. they’re kind of drowning my fucking guts. I want you to know I still think you’re as lovely as the sunsets I wanted to show you.  and the moon that I did.  I don’t know if you remember that but you said it was beautiful.  I remember thinking, I wish I could give it to you somehow.  because your eyes were so sad.  it would’ve been nice to see them in awe.  I looked at you in awe.  anyways, I want you to know I’m happy for you.  I’m pissed you’re not happy with me. but that’s not really what people are supposed to say.  so I’ll just say I’m happy for you and leave it there. I’d still give you the moon if I could.  I’d give you the whole fucking sky.  even if you wanted to share it with her instead.

"I’ll remember all the things you said to me, every word."
The Necessary Death of Charlie Countryman (via incoloure)

I love youBut I gotta let you go
I’m finding myself now.
"I loved you before I ever touched you."
(via corvidae-and-crossroads)
"You’re probably going to meet someone
who reminds you of me.

Someone with the same obnoxious laugh,
who enjoys long walks and looking at the sky too much,
and the one who picks at her cuticles when she gets nervous.
And when you meet her,
your eyes are going to lock but little do you know
she’s been staring at the back of her head for so long,
hoping that a pretty blue eyed boy like you would give her
the time of the day.
You’re going to give her that smile of yours,
the one that flashes all your teeth
and makes her wish she was sitting down instead of standing
in front of you because her knees are weak,
and she doesn’t want to trip before you even say a word.
You’re going to ask her for her name
and ask if you can take her out for a ride on your Chevy truck
to a creek where your father used to take you when you were young.
And she’s going to say yes because who can resist you?
I couldn’t.
Maybe her hair will be longer and probably curlier,
or maybe she’ll be able to rock that pixie cut
I always wish I could have done but I couldn’t
because my head was too big and my face was too round.

On that date you’re going to have so much to talk about
because you were always good with small talk and deep conversations.
You will both be so drawn to each other
that you’ll forget the sun was setting
until the sky turns dark.
Then it will only be you and her, and the stars,
just the way you want it.
And she’ll look into your eyes and hope that you’ll lean in
and you’re worried that she might think you’re going a little too fast;
that was always your problem,
you never believed that someone would want you
as much as you wanted them,
but I did and so will she.

So kiss her.
I am telling you to kiss her.
Date her.
Hold her.
Love her.
I want you to love her,
but only if she loves you back.
And maybe she’ll wear glasses like I do
and have a beauty mark above her lips.
Maybe she will wear sundresses and cowboy boots often
and all she’ll own in her closet are tons of dresses.
And maybe she’ll try them all on for you.
You’re going to fall in love with her the way
you once fell in love with me and that is okay,
do not worry.

It’s going to be okay
because I have loved you once and you have loved me,
and it was quite beautiful.
And I think someone else out there deserves the love that you have;
and if we ever find each other again one day,
then I hope you love me,
Ming D. Liu"One Day, We Will Make A Second First Impression" (via lovemetoinfinity)

"I miss him. Fuck, I want him.”

just a thought

just a thought
"I think that if I ever have kids, and they are upset, I won’t tell them that people are starving in China or anything like that because it wouldn’t change the fact that they were upset. And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn’t really change the fact that you have what you have."
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via observando)