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I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge, that myth is more potent than history. I believe that dreams are more powerful than acts, that hope always triumphs over experience, that laughter is the only cure for grief and I believe that love is stronger than death.

She needs a getaway, a reason to drive far from here. She's memorized the roads, and all the people she'd rather leave behind.

I love sleep because my life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake.

I admire addicts. In a world where everybody is waiting for some bline, random disaster, or some sudden disease, the addict has the comfort of knowing what will most likely wait for him down the road. He's taken some control over his ultimate fate, and his addiction keeps the cause of death from being a total surprise.

It's not easy, is it? Fighting for something you could have had and wondering if maybe it's already too late.

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.

Don't call me afraid. I already know I am. You know how it is, to be paranoid? To feel as though you know something's wrong with you? You want to know if there is, but you're too scared. Don't tell me you haven't been there. Don't tell me you don't worry and don't fucking tell me it's just a phase.

She's a distaster. She loses faith in herself everyday. Her life is a mess and she doesn't even care. No one understands her. People say stuff to put her down and nobody even notices that she might be breaking inside.
Or they never notice that maybe she needs a hug from someone. Or someone to sit there with her and listen to her. Maybe that's all she needs...

I make mistakes, over and over. That's what I do. I'm not perfect and I dont live to be. I can talk about my passions for hours and listen to yours for just as long. Sometimes I drink so much I can barely walk. I'm a fantastic lover though and an amazing friend. God knows I mean well.

I don't want anyone to tell me what I am, because I know who I am. I cuss like a sailor and I dance like a fool - you'll never meet anyone quite as literal and illiterate at the same time.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest was how love gave someone the power to break you. I'd been broken beyond repair.

He doesn't know how to explain what she feels, because she doesn’t exactly know; half of her likes him, but the other half of her just doesn’t care.

Here is a toast to lovers lost. To friends and family reborn and a newfound life to be lived. Here's to decisions made, mistakes made, remade, regretted, and retracted again. To things lost and things never to be found. To
the joys of life and to traumas thankfully avoided. Here's to thought, and to sleepless nights haunted by such things. Here's to the initial blast of cold water i get hit with in the shower every morning. Here is to the prospect of future love. Here's to me and the twenty years it took me to be able to say that. Here is to the end.
I  am unbreakable, but it looks like I could sometime soon.  You are unreachable, about as possible as me touching the  moon. I am unraveling unbearably empty.  And if this ground gives way, I just hope that you'll catch me.

I'm standing on a thin line between giving up and seeing how much more I can take of you.

I don't know why we all hang on to something we know were better off letting go. It's like were scared to lose what we don't even really have. Some of us say we'd rather have that something then absolutely nothing, but the truth is, to have it halfway is harder than not having it at all.

I've never been a priority in anyones life. I've always been the backup plan.

That night we talked; we talked about life, about our times together. Maybe we aren't the same two kids we once were, but some things never change. Some things last, and even though I didn't know what was going to happen to us or where we were going, I just knew I couldn't let you out of my life.

Sometimes you meet someone and before you know their name, before you know where they're from, you know that sometime in the future, this person is going to mean something to you.

More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.

You were never a waste of time. You were just a harsh realization that I could do better.

I just want you to know that I've been fighting to let you go. Some days I make it through and then there are nights that never end.

And you'll come away with a great little story of a mess of a dreamer with the nerve to adore you.

There are some people who live in a dream world, and there are some who face reality; and then there are those who turn one into the other.

We can't keep getting this close just to have something completely derail us again.

You can spend minutes, hours, days, weeks, or even months over-analyzing a situation; trying to put the pieces together, justifying what could've, would've happened.. or you can just leave the pieces on the floor
and move the fuck on.

She’s a human traffic accident and everybody's slowing down to look at the wreckage.

I've forgiven, but cannot be forgiven. I've hoped, but it became shattered. I've loved, but been broken. I've had faith, and that's what keeps me going.

Sometimes, I wish that I was a cold beer, I'd rest assured that you would hold me near. I'd be guaranteed to be just what you need.

Dont' be afraid to try something new. An amateur built the ark. Professionals built the titanic.

Hes the only one that has ever made me truly feel something. The only one I could not stop thinking of. The only one I still wouldn't pass up a chance with.

Maybe I dont smile as much as her and maybe i dont have as many friends as she does. But I'll bet you she hasn't gone through what I have. I'll bet she has never sat down on her stairs and just cried, cried her heart out because the world was caving in and she just couldn't take it anymore.

No, I've never seen myself like this before and maybe it scares me, too. To know that different things take different times to fall apart. But in the end, they always do.

She's one of those girls that are so quiet when it comes to how they feel. But shes the one in the casket. The one they just couldnt save.

I'm so tired, but I just cant sleep. I'm standing on the edge of something thats far too deep. Its funny how you feel so much, but you just cant say a word, you scream inside, but you cant be heard.

Your smile; sometimes I swear it's the only reason I'm still alive.

There's just something about him that made me like him. Ever since the day I met him there was something about him that made me go absolutely crazy for him.

I'm not sad and I'm really not depressed. I just want something so bad that it hurts. And its softly killing me from the inside out.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That's why I'm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning

No matter which way you go. No matter which way you stay. You're out of my mind. [this one means so much to me]

Because you're young, you're torn between. A world of hate and a world of dreams. So much to lose, so much to gain, So much to fight for, so much to change.

I don’t know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like. It’s much easier not to know things sometimes. And to have French fries with your mom be enough.

Yeah, we all flirt with the tiniest notion of self conclusion in one simplified motion. You see the trick is that you're never supposed to act on it. No matter how unbearable this misery gets.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.

The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because its only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.