inevitable.reality

if you don't like something, move yourself to change it. if you can't change it, change the way you think about it.

everybody gets tired. everybody gets hurt. but not everybody gathers up the pieces of what is left and stand again. be one of those who stands up again, even if takes a longer time.

it is impossible to live without failing, unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all - in which case, you fail by default.

someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

nothing's shatterproof. you can crash and burn and come back someone new. and that's what i learned from you.

it's not denial. i'm just selective about the reality i accept.

this life is what you make it.
not matter what, you're going to mess up sometimes, it's a universal truth.
but the good part is you get to decide how you're going to mess it up.

this life is less than an infinitely divided fraction of a blink of an eye.

Life always offers you a second chance. Its called tomorrow. The past cannot be changed, forgotten,edited, or erased.It can only be accepted

the ones depressed don't dress in black. the ones who believe they're fat don't announce it. the ones scared don't scream. the ones struggling don't show their scars. the ones hurting the most are the ones hidden

i want something random, indescribable, beautiful, and unexpected.
i want to be caught off guard and swept impossibly too high off my feet. ♥

seriously... can he be any hotter? forever swoon.


the unassuming photo....sigh!

in a moment like this, you feel as if you are always missing something. or you could be pretending that you are missing something just to feel alive. alive and alone.

how do you get that lonely, how do you hurt that bad to make you make the call, that havin' no life at all is better than the life that you had? how do you feel so empty, you want to let it all go? how do you get that lonely and nobody knows?

there comes a point when you have got to stop relying on other people to make you feel okay. you've got to stop saying, "i need you." you've got to stop feeling like you can't live without someone, because guess what? you can. there is no one in this world who knows how to pick you up better than yourself. sometimes there won't be someone who can fix you when you're breaking. sometimes you're just alone, and you know what? that's good. because if you don't know how to fix yourself when you're broken, you won't get anywhere. it'll seem like the worst thing in the world at first, but i promise you if you don't run to anybody, if you just give yourself a chance, you'd be surprised what you can accomplish.

i want to hear someone’s life story. a stranger’s. and then tell them mine. i want them to know everything about me. those little things that I keep to myself because i’m afraid of judgment. terrible, awful things that i lock up in the back of my head. the way someone or something makes me feel. my opinions. the truth. everything and anything i can think of. and i want them to not hate me afterwards.

it's like i realized that way down inside, i've always been lonely for something, but i don't know what for. it's like everybody in the world wants something only they never really know exactly what it is.. they just keep finding out what it's not. you know how when you turn off the TV or take out your headphones and everything just feels so empty? like you thought that would be what you wanted, and then it wasn't?

you know that feeling? when you're just waiting. waiting to get home, into your room, close the door, fall into bed, and just let everything out that you kept in all day. that feeling of both relief and desperation. nothing is wrong. but nothing is right either. and you're tired. tired of everything, tired of nothing. and you just want someone to be there and tell you it's okay. but no one's going to be there. and you know you have to be strong for yourself, because no one can fix you. but you're tired of waiting. tired of having to be the one to fix yourself and everyone else. tired of being strong. and for once, you just want it to be easy. to be simple. to be helped. to be saved. but you know you won't be. but you're still hoping. and you're still wishing. and you're still staying strong and fighting, with tears in your eyes. you're fighting.

it's sad when you realize those who you cared so much about, could be so careless about you.