“You and I have changed vastly throughout the many years we have known each other, but each change I make, each decision I stand by —you are there, you are the rock that stands still while I squirm for ground.”—(via littlemiss,kari-shma,lovebot) (via scout)
So, you know, I’m always behind on these things like this, but I’ll share it anyway.
“Word count journal is a new blog format where you write one word your first day, two words the second, three words the third, etc. By the end of a non-leap year you’ll have written a total of 66, 795 words, more words than most novels.
Who’s up for it? Reblog with links if you are.
doin’ it. username=sleepanddream
sweet. i’m at “scout.”
that’s pretty sweet. ok. i’ll start on new year’s day.
“This is my report on the importance of knowing how to read. If you can’t read and you get a love letter, you won’t know what it says. That would be very sad. Although in the long run, it also could save you a lot of trouble.”—Charles Schulz, Peanuts (via thoughtsdetained, whokilled) (via scout) (via katharineanne)
“Blair: Whatever you’re going through, I want to be there for you.
Chuck: We’ve talked about this. You are not my girlfriend.
Blair: But I am me. And you are you. We’re Chuck and Blair. Blair and Chuck. The worst thing you’ve ever done, the darkest thought you’ve ever had, I will stand by you through anything.
Chuck: And why would you do that?
Blair: Because… I love you.
Chuck: Well that’s too bad.”—Gossip Girl, O Brother, Where Bart Thou?
I was doing a survey and it asked what the best moment of 2008 has been for me. This made me sad instantly, because I realized that the best moment of this year will never happen again. A bonfire where we completely realized ourselves in each other, with stars and silence and an unbreakable bond.
I am moving on, and letting go. I’m letting go as hard as I can. But my heart is taking a longer time to heal than I thought it would. Perhaps I’ve softened. I can no longer pretend people can’t hurt me.
It’s almost like you had it planned, it’s like you smiled and took my hand and said “hey, i’m about to screw you over big time.” and what was I supposed to do? I was stuck in between you and a hard place. we won’t talk about the hard place. but I don’t blame you anymore, there’s too much pain to store. you left me half dead inside my head. and boy, looking back I see I’m not the girl I used to be. When I lost my mind it saved my life… It’s how you wanted it to be, it’s like you played a joke on me and I lost a friend, in the end. And I think that I cried for days, but now that seems light years away, and I’m never going back to who I was.
This was my favorite song freshman year of college, which I just heard again. Who knew it would be speaking to my soul now?
“I fell out of love: that’s our story’s dull ending,
as flat as life is, as dull as the grave.
Excuse me – I’ll break off the string of this love song
and smash the guitar. We have nothing to save…
I ask pardon for one thing: I loved you before. “
-Yevgeny Yevtushenko, Breaking Up”—http://vmlinux.org/ilse/lit/poetry.htm