You have options. You can either continue to be miserable or you can just stop being angry at everyone and accept the way things are. Allow yourself to live.
Burn it down until the embers smoke on the ground.
Start new, when your heart is an empty room.
With walls of the deepest blue.
And I hate the fact that my heart doesn’t grow and I hate the smell of cigarette smoke. And I hate old movies unless they make me cry and I hate the jerk that you’ve turned out to be. And I hate the sand that holds back the seas and I hate the fact that you don’t love me for me.
If you’re walking down the right path and you’re willing to keep walking, eventually you’ll make progress
My heart didn’t break into a thousand pieces after he left. Instead, I realized all the things he didn’t do. He didn’t want to hear my stories. He didn’t ask me questions. He didn’t smile when I was talking to him. He didn’t hug me out of the blue to make me feel good. His hugs were always a preamble to something else and after he was gone, I wondered if he ever knew me at all.
-Love, Cajun Style ; Diane Les Becquets
“People hide their truest nature. I understood that; I even applauded it. What sort of world would it be if people bled all over the sidewalks, if they wept under trees, smacked whomever they despised, kissed strangers, revealed themselves?”
The truth was, I knew, after all those flat January days, that I deserved better. I deserved “I love you”s, and kiwi fruits, and flowers, and warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a million expressions and the warmth of a baby’s kick under my hand. I deserved to grow, and to change, and to become all the girls I could ever be in the course of my life, each one better than the last.
-Someone Like You ; Sarah Dessen
And though it’s been so long, I can’t ever seem to forget.
All it takes is a song, and I could swear I hear your steps down the hall.
It echoes a past that leaves an ache. It’s never left because I gave you my best.
Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there`s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under you.
It’s all over and I’m standing pretty, in the dust that was a cityy.
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