I'm a mess.
To elaborate would be a waste of time.
Everyone says they're not the jealous type.
Everyone is lying.
Reality Check #24
It’s not like after all this you’re going to come back and have no work ahead of you. It’s not like you’re just going to be the best because you want to be. You will still need to work. You will still need to work hard. Nothing will come any easier than it did before all of this, and your elitist attitude is unnecessary.
I’m just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her.– Notting Hill
I'll never comprehend
how love just goes away.
Reality Check #52
It isn’t necessary for you to speak the way you do. As if everyone in the world is hanging on your every golden word and waiting anxiously to hear what’s next. As if those of us who don’t care to listen will all be proven wrong and, eventually, come to regret it.
By being secretive, you don’t get rid of the pressure that comes along with this. You just get the luxury of putting it all on me.
My head is so full of plans that it seems aflame.– Marie Curie (via dorkywinkle)
A happy tumble
Butterflies. Rainbows. Unicorns. Daisies. Dandelions. Puppies. Babies.
To my surprise,
I don’t actually want to be like you. You’re not the end all be all of the human race. Just because you can say what you hate about everyone doesn’t mean that you’re better than the rest of us. It probably means that you’re so much more hypocritical than you think you are. You don’t give yourself enough credit.
This is the part where you come running after me
trying to coax me out of doing something I might regret. Don’t just sit there. You’re ruining it.
Don't be a pushover.
Don’t let them think you’re a loser. Don’t think that they’ll hate you for it. Don’t fall behind. Don’t get ahead of yourself. Don’t overreact. Don’t underreact. Don’t be rude. Don’t let it go. Don’t let him do that! Don’t try to control him. Don’t be a pushover.
Blah blah blah. My life’s so hard. No one understands my pain. The world is against me. Blah blah blah. All I have is myself. Why does this happen to me? Everything sucks. Blah. Blah. Blah.
Here's the thing.
We could go through and define each of our major faults and say just why this shouldn’t work, and, in theory, that would be justifiably effective. However, that doesn’t matter because regardless of logic, I love you. And I think that, my friend, is the trump card.
I don't think I'll ever understand
what the right thing to do is. All things considered, I’m usually more worried that I’ll only ever understand the wrong way to do things.
If only I had control
over my left side, painting my nails on my right hand would be so much easier.
I always imagined
my issue being something to the effect of me being too talkative, awkward, clingy, distant, annoying, moody, or irrational. I never imagined you finding all of those qualities so endearing.
It’s not going to be easy. It’s going to be really hard. We’re...– The Notebook
I get it.
You’ve got guys falling all over you. And just can’t decide which one you want. Must be nice.
I seem to have misplaced my eloquence.
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