January 2010
98 posts
Here I am, getting ready to go home and worry about tests, and you’re in someplace dangerous surrounded by people who want to hurt you. I just wish those people could know you like I know you, because then you’d be safe. Just like I feel safe when I’m in your arms.
When I think of you and me and what we shared, I know it would be easy for others to dismiss our time together...
i want to hang out with anthony sachs.
chellbeeetch:
(via liesellebumatay)
nah let’s hang out with the wildboyz
nope, let’s not !
i want to hang out with anthony sachs.
not gonna lie, i feel pretty damn cool having my own set of car keys now.
me: why should it even matter anymore?
lex: guys are stupid
lex: they dont get over that kind of stuff.
for once lexa made a good observation.
if pretending i was never alive is the way you...
0degree.
me: yo babe, it's mad brick out!
jomel: yes, it's quite nippy.
there were three certain people i used to be so close to last year. they were amazing friends, and i drifted away from all three of them.
i miss them, a lot. anna, david, and chris <3
as much as i can't wait for the movie, i'm so sure...
“Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this...”
set fire to the third bar.
i eat, like, all the time.
“passion is passion. it’s the excitement between the tedious spaces, and it...”
– Savannah; Dear John (via abreeezy)
I went on Nicholas Spark’s official website, and looked at his message board. It makes me happy to see how many people can relate to the way I feel about Dear John, and that I’m not the only one who wants a sequel. Damn, I really am moved by this book.
Hopefully this is the last blog i’ll post about it.
I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be It’s only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I’d find your face My finger in creases of distant dark places
I’m miles from where you are, I lay down on the cold ground I pray that something picks me up And sets me down in your warm...
while reading Dear John..
belleesteedante:
i realized there are so many quotes i’d want to blog about, but that’d just be too many blogs and im sure people would get annoyed lmfao. but another thing i realized is that this book is full of so many breathless, romantic actions. love at first sight. the works. im afraid that after reading this book, im going to be expecting to one day encounter a boy that will sweep me off...
if wishes came true
i would write a letter to Nicholas Sparks about how much i loved Dear John, and that he should create a sequel. he’d be so inspired by my letter, that he actually would. the story would go along the lines of - savannah and john meet each other again, years from their last encounter at the hospital. they would fall back in love, and realize that their love really could make it. because i feel...
heartache.
waking up this morning, i felt different. sadder than usual. it was the same feelings i felt whenever i went through a break up, or lost someone that i loved, forever. i thought back to last night, and the cause of my aching. it was because of John & Savannah, and their story. that John says, their story has a beginning, middle, and end and it pains him that it could not have lasted forever....
I finally understood what true love really meant - that love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be.
- Dear John.
never read a book
that made me cry more than once.
i can’t get enough of Dear John.
i haven’t put it down since i started reading it <3
sometimes things are better off left unsaid.
i dont know why i do this to myself.
i force myself to read words i don’t want to read. feels like i’m sticking a knife to my heart each time.
she’s a princes and a mistress, dressed in Sunday best. to impress a fresh-love interest.
at the initial glance she’s making plans to build her own man. like a t-4 or an airplane, the girl wants a model romance.
with a pocket full of rocket fuel, dragging strings that pull on a heart that’s uncertain but beautiful.
she just can’t help being a girl. she just can’t...
“Rhythmology is family and family means no one’s out of mind and heart even...”
– Anthony Sachs
picked up a book today, and started reading.
i got through half of it in an hour. and i almost forgot just how much i used to love reading every night. i miss carrying a book around in my purse, and stopping to read wherever i was, even in public places. i just recently re-decorated my room, and i made sure to upgrade my bookshelf to a more organized one. and i started to think to myself. who, nowadays even still has a bookshelf in their...
still can't believe you lost
something that meant so much to me.
when im down, i can come home to my baby nephew, and he’ll make me smile. when i’m about to cry, and i’m thinking those horrible thoughts that i shouldn’t be thinking of, i pick him up and carry him in my arms. cause i know i have to stay strong for him. i can’t let him down. he’s the reason i won’t destroy myself..
the stanky leg is a turn on.
wish we could work it out. wish we could be friends again..
</3
jersey shore's over.
that’s really sad
it's beeen 1 year 5 months 12 hours since i went...
cooool story bro.
i guess i just have to deal without you in my life. i didn’t know relationships meant sacrificing friendships. i didn’t want to lose you, but you let go.
LGMH.
in dedication to my two best friends, belle & kirsty who think love gives them hope.
love gets me horny.
Two is better than one.
For as long as I can remember, it’s always been you and I, and mom and dad. It’s been three years since that changed. I can’t bring myself to understand why it only came to me now, but for what it’s worth, I’ll take it.
I got into the car, the way I usually do. Turned on the radio, as always. And I looked at the seat next to me. It was empty.
Aside from mom and dad...
Because I deserve better than that.
How could you have cheated me like that..?
I gave you my heart, and I trusted that you wouldn’t break it. You promised me yours in return and I kept it close to me. I held on to it. Always. Even through the rough nights you and I shared, when I wanted to throw it all away, and break the promises that held us together. I put you before my own family. Because you were everything to me. And...
“you’re a princess, you don’t have to do any work, sports, or...”
– jomel militar
ever since i was a little girl
i wanted a pink canopy bed, and i still do. i’m in the process of re-decorating my room. so why not make my five year old wish finally come true ?
in 2007
i wrote two pages full of everything i hated at the time. i found it today when i cleaned out my bookshelf. damn, things have really changed. and it almost makes me want to cry when i read this. i was such a stupid little girl.. i’m glad i’ve grown since then.
are you sure you want to do that..? if i walk away, it will be forever.
6 months, 8 days, 12 hours
since you went away.
you bring beautiful sentences to my eager mind.
i knew it could not have worked out
between me and you. i didnt even fit in with your group of friends anyway. i never did, and i never will. i knew that was the truth.
when you told me you loved me, something in me snapped. it was as if, two things clicked together. something that was there for so long, but it had only happened once you said those words to me. that’s why i had to drop everything, and be with you.
you were my heart’s calling for as long as our playdate days. and it makes me smile, that finally. we’ve matured enough to take it...
