Advocated Suffocated
“ At the end of the day, when it comes down to it, all we really want is to be close to somebody. So this thing, where we all keep our distance and pretend not to care about each other, is usually a load of bull. So we pick and choose who we want to remain close to, and once we’ve chosen those people, we tend to stick close by. No matter how much we hurt them, the people that are still with you at the end of the day - those are the ones worth keeping. And sure, sometimes close can be too close. But sometimes, that invasion of personal space, it can be exactly what you need.
Grey’s Anatomy
“ Sometimes it’s easier to say that you don’t care… than to explain all the reasons why you do.
Sex and the city
“ I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me. Love is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
The o.c
Semi Precious Weapons
I can’t pay my rent but I’m fucking gorgeous!!!
I feel as if I’m on a riot against my will.
Today was a dick sucking day. Way bad BAD TO THE EXTREME HIGH END FUCK TODAY FUCK THE CONDITION OF THE FUCKING WEATHER WHICH MADE THINGS WORSE awww fuck fuck fuck.
What happens when hearts collide? Do they adhere or do they turn to fizz?
I want to form a dictation. A dictation of how much hatred I need to let go fast. I want them to spell out all the fucking shit you’ve done. Small and minor it may seem, but you didn’t knew that it turned major no?
Time to suck today’s dick. Chop chop.
Tired of being sorry
I don’t know why you want to follow me tonight, when the rest of the world with whom I’ve crossed and I’ve quarreled. Letting me down so for a thousand reasons that I know, to share forever the unrest, with all the demons I possess. Beneath th silver moon. Maybe you were right, but baby I was lonely. I don’t want to fight, I’m tired of being sorry. I’m standing in the street, crying out for you. No one sees me, but the silver moon.
I’ve trashed myself. I’ve lost my way
“ There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.
Audrey Niffengger
