Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart.
If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world.

no one knows you like a person with whom you've shared a childhood. no one will ever understand you in quite the same way

The boy that I thought I was going to be with for the rest of my life. The boy that made me smile every time I laid my eyes on him. The boy that promised me that I'll forever be his. The boy that made me nervous when we first kissed. The boy that made me feel so secure about myself. I gave up on that boy

Letting go isn't a one time thing,
it's something that you do every day... over and over again

sometimes late at night, i think about all the things that have been,
all the things that haven't been,
and all the things yet to be.
if my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves,
if i could live on all over the world.
i wonder if this world will ever make sense to me,
if i will truly understand anything.
and if there's really anything to understand at all.


I want you to believe that this isn't your fault. i want you to know that it was all me. i'm not ready for someone like you. i'm not ready to accept my flaws because i know you love me regardless of them and that scares the hell out of me.

The start of a new life

http://www.tefl.com/jobs/job.html?jo_id=41058

Greece, here I come baby!!!

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I don't know what it is, I just cry sometimes. Maybe I'm too oblivious to the things going on around me, that I don't realize that I'm hurting as much as I am, so when the tears stream down my face, and I don't have anything to say, don't ask me why I'm crying. Because I simply don't know. Just hold me. I just want to be held.

You don’t know what goes on in anyone’s life but your own.
And when you mess with one part of a person’s life,
you’re not messing with just that part.
Unfortunately, you can’t be that precise and selective.
When you mess with one part of a person’s life,
you’re messing with their entire life

Nothing is final until you are dead. Even then, I'm sure God negotiates

you know you're better than that, so put the past behind you
you just gave so much to someone who never really deserved it

I don’t think having a boyfriend or girlfriend completes you, or is the only thing that can make you happy. Sure, they’ll make you smile til your jaw aches, laugh until you cry, but I’ve always believed that you have to be happy on your own before you can be happy with someone else

I'm just not the girl for you. You need a girl who's happy and 
perky all the time. Maybe a girl who's had part of her brain removed ands he 
thinks she's a bunny, and you can go off and be bunnies together

i've finally figured out that you're not coming back,
but i'm not going anywhere

Hug the hurt, kiss the broken,
befriend the lost, love the lonely

Dear God,
I know that he's out there...the one i'm supposed to
share my whole life with. and in time...you'll show
him to me. will you take care of him, comfort him,
and protect him...until that day we meet? and let
him know... my heart... is beating with his…

sometimes you need to step outside, get some air, and remind yourself of who you are and where you want to be

You know that feeling? That feeling as if youre on top of the world? The feeling you get after your first date. The feeling you get after you laugh with your best friend. The feeling you get when meeting your idol. That’s how life should feel everyday

Sometimes you have to be strong for yourself. You have to know that you're a good person and a good friend. What's meant to be will end up good and what's not - won't. Love is worth fighting for, but sometimes you can't be the only one fighting. At times, people need to fight for you. If they don't, you just have to move on and realize what you gave them was more than they were willing to give you. Hopefully, people realize great things when they come around and don't lose something real. Always fight until you can't fight anymore, and then be fought for.

Here's to you, and hoping someday you realized I actually did care.

just shut up okay? i'm allowed to dislike somebody who hurt me.
i'm allowed to say what i want, laugh how i want, do what i want,
be who i want, this is my life, and if you don't like it then
there's something wrong with yours, not mine

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them

People always leave.
Sometimes they come back.
Sometimes they don't.

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the springs of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

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I’ve always avoided fights. I make jokes instead. I tell people what they want to hear in order to avoid a confrontation. I pretend to want things I don’t want, and I pretend not to want things I do want. No one gets hurt. Except me. The lines are so crossed and blurred at this point that I don’t know what I want. I just know I want it to be easy.

Homesickness is just a state of mind for me. I’m always missing someone or someplace or something, I’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. My life has been one long longing.

it's like i'm screaming at the top
of my lungs but it's no use, you don't
hear me anyways. i just need you to
listen, i have too much to say.

after all that's said and done, i still think you're amazing
i still cherish every moment i ever spent with you and every smile you brought to my face
i'll forever be thankful that someone like you was brought into my life, even if it had to be taken away too soon.
see you were my miracle, you were my fairytale i got to live.

The funny thing is, nobody really ever knows
how much anybody else is hurting. We could be standing next to
somebody who is completely broken, and we wouldn't even know...

I wondered what happened when you offered yourself
to someone, and they opened you, only to discover
you were not the gift they expected and they had to
smile and nod and say thank you all the same.

I’m just as nervous as you.
Last night I took one look at you
& I got this feeling you’re the right one.

I keep thinking of how much I love talking
to you. How good you look when you smile.
How much I love your laugh. I daydream
about you off & on, replaying pieces of our
conversations; laughing at funny things that you
said or did. I've memorized your face & the
way that you look at me. I catch myself
smiling again at what I imagine. I wonder
what will happen the next time we are together
& even though neither of us know what the
future holds, I know one thing for sure;
You're the best thing that has ever happened to me

I'll lean on you and you lean on me and we'll be okay

Sometimes we have to see for ourselves. We have to make our own mistakes. We have to learn our own lessons. We have to sweep today’s possibility under tomorrow’s rug until we can’t anymore. Until we finally understand for ourselves. That knowing is better than wondering, that waking is better than sleeping, and even the biggest failure, even the worst, beats the hell out of never trying.

I know we're good together.
You're the only person I can be myself with, even if I don't know who
the hell that is

The friends who grew up with you deserve a special respect. The ones who stuck by you shoulder to shoulder, in a time where nothing was certain, all life lay ahead, & every road led home

There's nothing scarier than getting what you want;
Because then you really have something to lose

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This will always be my favorite picture :)

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First legal taste of alcohol :)