We accept the love we think we deserve.
And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.
So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.
Why do I and everyone I love pick people who treat us like we're nothing"; - "We accept the love we think we deserve.
So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.
Even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there.
So, I guess we are who we are for alot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them. But even if we don't have the power to choose where we come from, we can still choose where we go from there. We can still do things. And we can try to feel okay about them.
I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You’re alive. And you stand up and see the lights and the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song in that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear… we are infinite.
I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.
You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.
Welcome to the island of misfit toys.
This moment will just be another story someday.
Sometimes people use thought to not participate in life.
And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.
It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.
He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.
please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And i will always believe the same about you.
And all the books you've read have been read by other people. And all the songs you've loved have been heard by other people. And that girl that's pretty to you is pretty to other people. and that if you looked at these facts when you were happy, you would feel great because you are describing 'unity.
I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with someone even if they could have. I need to know these people exist.
I just want you to know that you’re very special… and the only reason I’m telling you is that I don’t know if anyone else ever has.
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