I wanna go back to the generation where "going out" was going on a date, not immediatly begin bf/gf. I wanna go back to the generation when a guy had to get permission from the girl's parents to ask her out. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would physically call her and talk to her, not text. I wanna go back to the generation where your first kiss would be with someone you've been dating for months, not hookup with a guy you meet in a club. I wanna go back to the generation where a guy would give you his varsity jacket. I wanna go back to the generation where a girl can get any guy just by wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a pair of sneakers. I wanna go back to the generation where couples slow danced, not grind. I wanna go back to the generation where love actually made sense......
“I fear being like everyone I hate, I fear failure, I fear losing control. I love balancing between chaos and control with everything I do. I always have a fear of going one way or another, getting lost in something, or losing everything to get lost in. And I fear being a completely acceptable sheep in society.
I never said to be like me, I say to be like you and make a difference.”—Marilyn Manson (via dianadestruction)
“I’m not sorry to be the person I am today, and to have the life I have now. Even though it’s not what I thought I wanted for my future a year ago, it is what I want now.”—Nancy Werlin, Impossible (via simply-quotes)
I’ve literally found the perfect guy ever. He calls me at the most random times of the day and it makes me incredibly happy. Like, we may have not known each other too long, but it’s like we instantly click. He can call me at 3am just to tell me something super sweet and corny like how he loves my accent, hang up, then call back 5 minutes later to continuously apologize for calling me so late and being a burdened. It’s too cute, in an odd way I guess. Or maybe it’s because I’m NOT the relationship type, like, my last serious boyfriend was last year. I’m just happy and ranting.
The loss of perfection. (sorry I got bored, so I'll finish it later.)
When you think about the beginning of life, you never really take into thought all of the obstacles you will be faced with. Whether it’s the thought of a place that brings you back to a certain person, or a distinct smell taking you back to memories you thought you could never recall. Girls, hear me out, because you of all people should understand. Stressful days are often times the hardest days, where everything that feels like it could wrong actually do, indeed, go wrong. As for overcoming those days, well, everyone has their own thought out method of recuperation. It feels as though nothing else soothes the soul as much as a steamy, hot bubble bath with candles surrounding your every inch. Topping it off includes nothing more than a constant stream of melodic music to calm you down. Do you ever realize the full persuasion music has on your mood? You listen to the genre that fits your current feeling at the moment; although, most people haven’t a clue what “good” music is anymore, you could probably just Google it or something. There’s also something about the flickering light of fire reflecting off every wall that does something to the heart, like surrounding that flame there is nothing else in the world but pure darkness and you there, alone. Which I’ve come to the realization, oftentimes being alone isn’t such a bad thing.
For me, my distinct smell is the blueberry candle that seems to never burn out, bringing me back to the memory of you that I wanted to believe would soon fade away. Impossible at that, but why would it be anything else. It’s like when you left, you left some vital part of you behind, now every time I try to go to my safe haven, escape the world for even the smallest minute, you’re there. You say that life is blind and I’m the one who restored your sight, it seems as though your outlook has changed, though. The little seed that knew nothing of the future, only pertaining to the past, finally bloomed and found it’s way in life. My, oh, my, now you’ve vanished. The simplest things life has to offer you really do become too much and taken for granted far too often. In your case, this was my exact problem. I’ve had my head so wrapped around the fact that everything was so perfect, when in fact, every secret we kept from each other tore us apart daily. As for why you’re gone, we’re both up for being guilty on that one. Maybe it’s the fact that you’re so easily influenced. Every girl has that best friend that literally helps you not only see the light at the end of the tunnel, but they help you get there as well.
For me, I’d never been so in touch with the thoughtful, whole-hearted, loving side of my life. It’s hard to live your life a certain way for so long, to only be abandoned by reality when things become to good. Almost like a tale of a man who found a cure for a foreign disease, to only have it fail on him at him at the vital time. Nothing is real till it’s gone. This is simply my problem, I miss you.
“The most important kind of freedom is to be what you really are. You trade in your reality for a role. You trade in your sense for an act. You give up your ability to feel, and in exchange, put on a mask. There can’t be any large-scale revolution until there’s a personal revolution, on an individual level. It’s got to happen inside first.”—Jim Morrison (via catnevery)
“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.”
— F. Scott Fitzgerald (via atomos)
There is such a thing as looking through a person’s eyes into the heart, and learning more of the height, and breath, and depth of another’s soul in one hour, than it might take you a lifetime to discover. If he or she were not disposed to reveal it, or if you didn’t have the sense to understand it.
Aside from the hickey on my neck, that refuses to be hidden by concealer, I had legitimately the best weekend of my life. I’m loving the new people I’ve met, and although I’ve set my priorities to the side for now, I honestly don’t care. Trying to play “miss goodie two shoes” has had me sitting home for the past two months. So here’s to a lovely weekend. And hot guys. YUS.
I just had the longest, angriest post of my life wanting to do nothing but vent. And without realizing my phone was dying, it turned off and didn’t save what I wrote. I’m now at the point of just continuously laughing because I’m so furious. #whattheactualhell