Because youre mine, I walk the line.

 

perhaps one did not want to be loved 

so much as to be understood.

-george orwell

Your little hand’s wrapped around my finger
And it’s so quiet in the world tonight
Your little eyelids flutter cause you’re dreaming
So I tuck you in, turn on your favorite night light
To you everything’s funny, you got nothing to regret
I’d give all I have, honey
If you could stay like that

 

whatever you want to do, 

do it now. 

there are only so many 

tomorrows.

-michael landon

 

 

 

the most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. these people have an appreciation, a sensitivity, an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep, loving concern. beautiful people do not just happen.
-elisabeth kubler-ross

i seldom end up where i  wanted to go, but almost always end up where i need to be.
-douglas adams

when one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us.
-alexander graham bell

most people are about as happy as they make their minds up to be.
-abraham lincoln

i can’t change the direction of the wind, but i can adjust my sails.
-james dean

We’re so inconsistent about what we let kill you. “Smoking? Must be eradicated. Marijuana? Zero tolerance.” But there’s lots of ways to kill yourself. You know what I think kills you? Stress, and being a workaholic, and never getting laid, and, uh, McDonalds, and staying mad at people, and lying for a living, and three-martini lunches, and the all-American breakfast, and whatever the fuck Elvis was doing.That’s what kills you.

cause when push comes to shove, you taste what you’re made of.
you might bend til you break, cause it’s all you can take.
on your knees, you look up, decide you’ve had enough.
you get mad, you get strong, wipe your hands, shake it off.
then you stand.

cause you are not alone.
i’m always here with you.
and we’ll get lost together,
til the light comes pouring through.
cause when you feel like you’re done
and the darkness has won,
babe you’re not lost

Hold hands instead of hearts,
like children’s laughs on rooftops
we are vibrant and mistakably understood
with no use for words
no use for time and everything in between.