Do You Know How It Feels?
You’re TRYING. Not enough, obviously. And you will always be the one to blame.
Sometimes, I soar. Sometimes, I tumble. But most times, I free-wheel.
You’re TRYING. Not enough, obviously. And you will always be the one to blame.
It is important to dream. It is still important to try. But more than doing well, in your own way, it is essential that you do good.
Each scrape is ultimately worth it, but it is up to you to decide who or what is worth this risk—but this isn’t something you can entirely agree with when you are in the process of putting your heart back together.
Freedom of Expression is the argument that you use when you tell the world exactly why you believe it is your right as a human being to speak up about the things you do and in the way you do—and it is alarming at how many people are now taking this right for granted.
He is every bit as ordinary as the next person, but the way he loves makes him extraordinary. Our love is simple and quite possibly commonplace, but it is true, honest and real.
The kind of love that only really exists in movies and fairy tales.
I thought I knew what I wanted and I thought what I wanted was normal. Something real. Something everyone could get.
You might have loved more in the relationship. You might have given more, and in the end, gotten hurt more. You are afraid of losing yourself again that badly.