Sometimes it’s really hard for me to believe that Rick Santorum is an *actual* presidential candidate and not just another hugely elaborate Sacha Baron Cohen prank that will later be made into a documentary about the failings of the political system.
Bon Iver:And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab:So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead:But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New:You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj:You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
“Singing in the rain. I’m singing in the rain. And it’s such a fucking glorious feeling. An unexpected downpour and I am just giving myself into it. Because what the fuck else can you do? Run for cover? Shriek or curse? No—when the rain falls you just let it fall and you grin like a madman and you dance with it, because if you can make yourself happy in the rain then you’re doing pretty alright in life”—
Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist—Rachel Cohn and David Levithan (via iguanahellfish
“Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly… And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via awritersruminations)
“I don’t know, I just feel like I should just stop thinking about it, you know, but I can’t. Maybe I’ve seen too many movies, you know, love at first sight. What do you think about love at first sight? You think you can love somebody just by looking at them? But the thing is man, I felt like I knew her, you ever get that feeling? Yeah, I probably don’t right… it felt like I did though.”—Blue Valentine (via bassful)
“Sometimes the world doesn’t work out the way that it should. Sometimes things are all screwed up. And that’s just the way that it is.”—The Killing - 1x10 I’ll Let You Know When I Get There (via littlelessmore)
I think that I am afraid of boys sexually which is why nothing ever works between one
And seeing as I have only had really strong feelings for girls , it worries me at times because this seems like another case of why I should die alone.
This is how I have always worked. I have always find justification on why I’ll never be good enough for anyone or why, I’ll be better off alone
And at first, it was my lack of passion and experience and my terribly excuse for a beautiful love story due to an unrequited love that will always baffle me
And it moved to my incapability to understand and to be part of something
But now, now I finally see it’s because I’m afraid of letting myself into anything. I’m afraid of holding hands and kissing lips and opening my heart and really, truthfully, telling someone that I am and will always be theirs.
No doubt, no lies just the honest truth that actually holds some value.
I’m scared of being cheated on, of being hurt and hurting.
How meaningless my life has become. How utterly lukewarm and unexciting and how I am not only discontent with it but the lack of desire to create anything more than the norm is disappointingly evident.
I guess, what I mean is that I’ve come to wander around aimlessly without even worrying about the damage that each step brings. The way I see it, I’m only walking because I’m waiting for the chase or because I am waiting to chase
Is this where I decide that I shall make something for myself? To create my chase and to live each moment on a rush?
I don’t exactly know and I can hardly spend more than 30 seconds mulling over this
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of the throat and I’d cry for a week.”—
“You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile.”—John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via bookmania)