Rachel.
Current Location: Somewhere in the Pacific Northwest.
Seventeen. Secretly rotten. Confidently lost.
Void of purpose.
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I don't bite.
Get to know me.
Yours Truly.
I’ll be asking you how high when you tell me to jump, and I’ll say how fast when you tell me to run. How long when you tell me to wait for you, and that’s what I’m gonna do.
—Artist Vs Poet - Wait For You
There’s no need to feel bad for me, no need to make it your personal mission to set me up.
We aren’t the same at all. You’re strong. I like to fall for you.
—Artist Vs Poet - Different People
You can only hurt someone until there’s nothing left to hurt.
—I Wrote This For You
Because I’m someone who’s worth loving. I’m someone who’s worth disrupting your little life routine for. Call me maybe and we’ll get to talk and meet up in person and kiss and have sex and gush to our friends about each other and go to parties and leave together hand-in-hand and fall asleep in the cab back to our home. You can’t have any of this without the phone call though. It all begins there.
When you have a broken heart, even if you don’t know it, bloody sinews are reaching out for one another, somewhere inside your pounding chest, they’re intertwining, fusing slowly, meticulously; you are being put back together every day, and you barely even know it.
If happy ever after did exist, I would still be holding you like this.
—Maroon 5 - Payphone
She will chase you around for a while but there’s going to be a day when she stops running in circles around you. She’ll get over you and at that very moment you’re going to wish you had let her catch you.
—NCIS
You say there is an ‘us’ and a ‘them’ and we must fight.
I say there is only an us. And we must love.
—I Wrote This For You
And we don’t really care who you are,
Regardless of how lost you are returning from, regardless of how far.
So bring me all the worst of your broken, bruised, insane.
Because that’s the thing with music: when it hits, you feel no pain.
No matter what you did, I promise we forgave it,
When all that’s left is your voice, you’ve got no choice but to raise it.
All you broken hearts, all you dejected dreams,
Just let yourself be free, because even broken wings can fly away.
—Paradise Fears - Sanctuary
So in the fading light I shut my eyes and kiss Gale to make up for all the kisses I’ve withheld, and because it doesn’t matter anymore, and because I’m so desperately lonely I can’t stand it.
—Suzanne Collins - Mockingjay
When someone you want really badly rejects you (for any number of reasons), is it bad form to throw a legit old school 1950s kid-with-a-lollipop-and-helicopter-beanie temper tantrum? Can you just get down on the floor and slam your fists on the pavement and kick your legs and yell, “But, but, but, I WANT IT. Why can’t I have what I waaaant?
I am here to take back everything you’ve ever taken from me.
—I Wrote This For You
You are well within your rights to stand up, interrupt everyone around you and say “This is not who I am. This is not what I want. I’m sorry, but you’ve mistaken me for somebody else.
—I Wrote This For You
Open your eyes. Open your heart. Open your mind. Let the world pour into you. And pour yourself into the world.
—I Wrote This For You
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY
