zaterdag 28 november 2009

he flower that follows the sun

does so even in cloudy days.




Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers,

The round pegs in the square holes.. the ones who see things differently—

They’re not fond of rules. You can quote them, disagree with them,

Glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.

Because they change thing.. they psh the human race forward,

&& while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius

because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can

change the world are the ones that do.—steve jobs




And then I sat and cried
It was the worst kind of sobbing
the kind that hurts your chest
and steals your breath




In order to be irreplaceable
there must be something about you
that's different from the rest



when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours,
we join them in mutual weirdness and call it love - true love <3

life is good but without the bad times
no one would know the difference.

It's only when you're tested that you
truly discover who you are. And it's only
when you're tested that you discover who you
can be. The person you want to be does exist,
somewhere on the other side of hardwork, belief,
faith and the heartache & fear of what lies ahead.




we never knew we were making memories.
we just knew we were having fun.




to let go isn't to forget, not think about, or ignore.
it doesn't leave feelings of anger, jealousy, or regret.
letting go isn't winning, it isn't losing.
it's not about pride it's not obsessing or dwelling on the past.
it's not giving in or giving up.
letting go isn't about loss, and it's not defeat.
to let go is to cherish memories,
but to overcome them and move on.
letting go is accepting.
letting go is having the courage to accept change,
the strength to keep moving.
letting go is growing up.




Now let me write that down in my
Things-I-Don't-Give-A-Flip-About Notebook.




I wish I could just press fast forward.
Just to see if you're worth the wait.



You were a risk.
A giant risk.
You remind me why
I don't take risks.



It's a car crash of two hearts;
and baby I call shotgun.



I wish people would just say what
they feel. Who cares about signals?
This isn't a four way crossing. This
is life and it should be spent living,
not hoping they'll catch on.