Must say, this is uber uber cool for me Although now that I have the chance to try it out I have no idea what exactly I do want to try out....awkward, well the whole journal skin thing is quite appealing
we have the softest heartbeatsi don't know what it means when you saywe have the softest heartbeats by ~paperheartsyndrome
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheets. it won't make
you feel the same. and there isn't an idea complex
enough to make you stumble into love, because
to figure out that the world is so much more than
black and white would be admitting you've been
wrong all along.
we're not the people we once were, but maybe our
expectations are far too high.
i'm the worst person i know.You remind me of every mistake I was too afraid to make.i'm the worst person i know. by ~paperheartsyndrome
I don't know where this leaves me now. This is like standing in front of your living room window and watching all the seasons slip by in the course of a moment. Forever gone in less than a second. I don't know if you've noticed yet, but time simply makes everything seem fleeting until we've already forgotten what we promised we'd never forget. It's funny how selective our memories become. How the past clouds over until it's nearly impossible to distinguish the shapes of the feelings that were once so familiar or the outline of your smilethe sound of your voice. It all fades. Then all that's left is a vague sense of regret for every opportunity that slipped out of my grasp before I even had a good enough hold. It's foolish to believe that if you love something enough to let it go, it'll come back. It won't. Life doesn't really work that way. It's just gone. And now you need to find something new to love. To try to hold on to