Maybe our favorite quotations say more about us than about the stories and people we're quoting

- John Green

my mum just said to me, she doesn't care about what happens to me,

I was talking to her about how lonely I felt and this boy, and just stuff about my life.

She just said, "I don't care"

and the words cut deeper than any dagger ever could,

if she doesn't care about me, who will?

she's supposed to love me, and understand me, and to try to make things better for me.

if my own mother doesn't care, who will?

I feel much more alone than before.

"I do want someone, need someone, you’re right…and when I’m with you, I feel like I’m a better person. I feel happier, less alone, less lonely. But it’s not as simple as that is it? Being with someone?"

 

I'm sorry it takes me so long to write back, or that I don't write back at all.

My life is confusing.

often I wake up as someone different than I was the day before and it makes it hard to keep track of my thoughts and feelings.

I get scared of what to say because I never know who is talking and I want ten different things in ten different ways, and nothing sticks.

I don't know what to tell you.

I'm a coward.

Nothing I could say will change anything. 

If you want to hear what I have to say, you'll just have to get close enough to hear my voice as I tell some truths and some lies, as I try to be something pretty, something good, something pure. 

in this cahos we find safety.

Ever heard of chaos theory? It’s a science, tries to determine underlying patterns in chaotic systems like weather, ocean currents, blood flow sort of things. But it turns out that are few things more chaotic than the beat of a human heart. Its beating up, slowing down. Pretty face, flirty stares. It’s always changing on what’s happening to ourselves out there. It’s an erratic son of a bitch. But underneath all of that bump-da-bump mess, there is in fact a pattern, the truth, and it’s love. Most important thing about love is that we choose to give it, and we choose to receive it. Making it the least random act in the entire universe. It transcends blood, it transcends betrayal and all the dirt and makes us human.

about passion

"Passion, it lies in all of us, sleeping…waiting… and though unwanted… unbidden… it will stir… open its jaws and howl. It speaks to us… guides us… passion rules us all, and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. The joy of love… the clarity of hatred… and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion maybe we’d know some kind of peace… but we would be hollow… Empty rooms shuttered and dank. Without passion we’d be truly dead"

I don't want a serious relationship: I'm a teenager. I want someone who I can act like a complete dickhead around, that we can spend hours just talking about the most pointless things. I want someone who makes me laugh and who I can plan stupid things with that'll never happen. Because I'm sick of seeing these movies with the girl falling in love with the perfect boy. Who wants perfect? I want adventure, I want someone I can tell my secrets to and waste my weekend with and act like we're 5 years old again. I wanna have fun.

there is a lot I'd like to say to you.
A lot I'd like to admit through lost kisses and interwined limbs.
whispers lingering on my skin just begging to be let go of.
A lot of kisses hanging on my lips (patiently)
some things I'd like to scream at you, out of anger, loneliness.
out of everything that's happened, or hasn't happened.
there are a lot of secrets I'd like to share with you.
secrets late at night, through the dark, inbetween stars and yawns and eyelashes.
there is so much.

1. Hi I'm
2. I am terrified of
3. I like
4. I have
5. I’m a
6. I have an awful habit of
7. I live
8. I’m a sucker for
9. I’m going
10. I have
11. I post pictures of

1. Hi I’m viacely
2. I am terrified of roaches

3. I like mind night conversations

4. I have hazel eyes
5. I’m am addict to my iPod

6. I have an awful habit of biting the inside of my mouth

7. I live in a small city

8. I’m a sucker for cute boys with acoustic guitars

9. I’m going to move to Europe someday

10. I have an obsession with brand new

11. I post pictures of things I find attractive or beautiful

Confessions of a philophobiac

       I’m afraid to like you,

      Because I may fall in love,

      I’m afraid to fall in love,

      Because I may get hurt,

      I’m afraid to get hurt,

      Because of the pain,

      I’m afraid of the pain,

      Because of the scars,

      I’m afraid of the scars,

      Because they may bleed,

      I’m afraid of the blood,

      Because I may die,

      I’m afraid to die,

      Because I may survive,

      I’m afraid to survive,

      Because I may let you in,

      And the cycle starts all over again.

-Ashlie Nicholle Haines