there's still hope.

really going to have another show?
something to link us in the most shallow way possible?
well, i’m still praying for a new foundation for this new…friendship.  

Source: heychristiangirl

molllly:

oh my gosh i forgot how unbelievably cute they were!

so, don’t FREAKING SCREW IT UP. (oh, this is a note to myself. in case anyone’s reading.)

“Never chase love, affection,  or attention. If it isn’t given freely by another person, it isn’t worth having.”

hey, numbskull: what could be more clear? you’re doing it again. SERIOUSLY? when will you learn? you already know the truth, here in this little shin-dig. this can be the time for new beginnings, for FRIENDSHIP (look it up, you might learn something.), for freshness. but not if you go chasing again. 

[but, but…I forget how to be normal. to not be schizo woman. to not lose my breath when I see his face, his name. to be a  friend who loves at all times and never clings for dear life. I’m pretty positive I CAN’T DO THIS!]

stop living in the future. you are a present moment creature. start acting like it. lighten the heck up and treat this like you’re the president of platonic relationships. you are the queen of just friends! you are the emperor of starting over and being cool. [HAHA.]
now..go to bed.  

while my “love” is…still…

our new conversations show me you in a new light.
no kids, no crying. 
?
in other words, no life. 
squish. 

Looking back I guess it’s really for the best,
still you’re something that I crave.
Even though I know it was right to let you go,
you’re a habit hard to break.
I got used to being high and nothing that I try
seems good enough right now.
It’s all so watered down, like having wine after whiskey;
It went from do anything for you babe, to you don’t even miss me. 
-Wine After Whiskey, Carrie Underwood 

dearoldlove:

On nights like tonight, when there’s a super-moon, or a meteor shower, I want nothing more than to re-live that summer night at the school playground with you; laying on the concrete, paying more attention to each other than the sky. With our bodies closer together than the moon will ever be to the earth. And on nights like tonight, if we can’t be together, I hope you’re stuck inside, missing out on astronomical wonders and my love.

almost all of the previous goals for this week were met…
and I really don’t want to go back to facebook. (maybe I won’t)
I will, but….less.

“all this time, from the first tear cried to today’s sunrise, and every single moment between, You were there, You were always there. it was You and I, You’ve been walking with me all this time.”
-All This Time, Britt Nicole 

(via molllly)

well,

I set it off again. 

it’s strange:

I wasn’t expecting it at all,

yet everything I was doing was supported

by an underlying belief that there was still storm left to weather.

I was right.

and now,

just like clockwork,

just like some sick, twisted fairy tale magic,

I’m that helpless child again.

not grown up,

no strength or confidence

no regards for what happens to us,

immediately exhausted before I even begin.

the unending battle,

before I start to receive the pounding waves on my head.

I can only pray for more motivation to fight

for the ground that is my heart

for the land that is my life.