The kind of love that makes you have butterfly’s in your stomach, that’s the best kind of love, every other kind of love is just plain useless!

follow me around the world, and i promise i shall never leave yours

we are like a stone the ocean beats against, with each passing year were worn a way a bit more

i need to learn how to sew, i have far to many clothes that need tailoring…. it’s a problem when i go shopping and even the xs’s don’t fit me, i swear each year clothes get bigger as the people get fatter 

it takes ten times longer to put yourself back together than it does to fall apart, so don’t fall apart! 

i just need to focus on the good, all the beautiful things in life, focus on all the things that make me happy, and only on what i want… but the problem is i don’t know what i want, nor do i know if i ever will. perhaps all i want is to find myself again, and never loose it! once i get myself back i will never let myself go, i hold on so tight no one will be able to stir up or shake my soul. 

i need to stop hating all of you, and simply just forget about you… We’ve all had more than enough time to reconcile… it’s just not going to happen so don’t hold on 

I just want somebody close back, but you all just truly make me resent you for not reaching out to me, the slightest bit, & under the circumstances it makes me want none of you back 

….Why can’t everybody just be nice…. 

I don’t like your cheap invitations, just sent so you don’t feel guilty for not inviting me or so i don’t get mad.

If you really wanted me to come you would have put forth a slight more effort.  I just see through people to easy, and that’s the curse of me.  

& you know me to well to know i would have excepted an invitation like that.  

watched Breakfast at Tiffany’s, for the first time yesterday.  Needless to say i loved it. 

Rememberable quotes.

“I don’t want to own anything until I find a place where me and things go together. I’m not sure where that is but I know what it is like.”

“We belong to nobody, and nobody belongs to us. We don’t even belong to each other.”

“The mean reds are horrible. Suddenly you’re afraid and you don’t know what you’re afraid of. Do you ever get that feeling?”

“people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

“It’s the mistake you always made, trying to love a wild thing.”

“You musn’t give your heart to a wild thing. The more you do, the stronger they get, until they’re strong enough to run into the woods or fly into a tree. And then to a higher tree and then to the sky.”

“Promise me one thing: don’t take me home until I’m drunk - very drunk indeed.”

“Anyone who ever gave you confidence, you owe them a lot.”