omfg I hate being sucked into this kind of crap
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(Source: s-ophiee)
90% of people marry their 7th-12th grade love. Since you have read this, you will be told good news tonight. If you dont repost this, your worst week starts now
"Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them."
~ Jodi Picoult, My Sister’s Keeper (Submitted by: myheartspeaks) (via quote-book)
"I’ve been there; I wanna tell you it gets better. That the pain in the pit of your stomach, that pain in your heart, it goes away. That voice in your head saying there’s no way out; it’s wrong. Believe me, it gets better."
~ One Tree Hill (via patsala)
"Is it so bad, then, to be misunderstood? Pythagoras was misunderstood, and Socrates, and Jesus, and Luther, and Copernicus, and Galileo, and Newton, and every pure and wise spirit that ever took flesh. To be great is to be misunderstood."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (via karenlikeslunch)
"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."
~ Mother Theresa (via jenniesblog)
You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you
(via fieldmanual)
EGO.
It’s like you read my mind.n.
a. an exaggerated sense of self-importance; conceit.psh. you know what really sucks?
egotistic asses who say they love you.all they’re really after is the times you’ll be all over them. praising them, cuddling them, being sweet to ‘em. it makes them feel good. it makes them feel big. that’s the only reason they stick with you. for them to have someone to who caters to their GIGANTIC ego.
all this time i was wasting hoping you would come around…
i’ve been giving out chances everytime and all you do is let me down…
and it’s taken me this long but baby i figured you out…
and you think it will be fine again but not this time around…how do you know when you have an egotistic ass, and just a regular ass?
well i really don’t differentiate. i find a guy an ass if he’s egotistic. so that’s basically my definition already
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im being redundant. xDD.
what really gets me is their non-admittance. for example, if i say im upset, he’s all, “you misunderstood me…” or, “you’re mad without even hearing me out” or, “it’s not my fault…”. gosh, for one minute can’t you even listen? can’t i be the one you hear out first? you always have to be innocent. can’t you ever just say sorry? admit you’re wrong? then i get so mad i can’t even talk anymore. to think i wasn’t even mad in the first place. all i wanna do is cry and scream. then you go, “im sorry, i don’t wanna fight anymore…”. THAT’S A FAT LOAD OF CRAP.
lookin’ so innocent,
i might believe you if i didn’t know…
could’a loved you all my life,
if you hadn’t left me waiting in the cold…
and you got your share of secrets,
and im tired of being last to know…
and now you’re asking me to listen,
cuz it’s worked each time before…i have to say though, sometimes sorry isn’t enough. you say it over and over again and it loses its meaning. it becomes so common. in the end, all it becomes is a signal word for the times we fight. over and over and over again. why say sorry if you don’t mean it?
you don’t have to call anymore.
i won’t pick up the phone.
this is the last straw.
don’t want to hurt anymore…
and you can tell me that you’re sorry,
but i won’t believe you baby like i did before.
you’re not sorry no more, no more, no…it’s exactly like i love you. why say words you don’t mean? to make everything okay again? you can’t glue together a broken plate and not still see the cracks. why would you wanna break a perfectly good heart, right? why make the very first scar. just like my good friend gain would say, “take those i love yous and stuff them down your throat. para kaw naman ung masaktan.”
you had me calling for you honey,
and it never would’ve gone away… no…
you used to shine so bright,
but i watched our love in vain…[lyrics are from swift’s “you’re not sorry”.].
“I ain’t a doll, this ain’t a dollhouse. You’re way too old to be putting me down like this and playing around like this.”
- Dollhouse by Priscilla Renea
