TRUST IS AN ISSUE
dude i cannot trust anyone.. i have no idea whats going o in my own life.. the conclusion ive come to is that people talk to much shit..
and im kindof bored so im just gonna paste some quotes that are cool,
here goes..

Haley: I understand if you don’t love me anymore.
Nathan: Always and forever. That’s what sucks, Haley. I still do love you. I always will. I just can’t trust you.

You want to know what happiness is? It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets & feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around & see them in their most peaceful & innocent state. They breathe like the weight of the world lays on anyone's shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss them; careful not to wake them up. You turn back around & you find yourself smiling big. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, & you know that it doesn't get much better than this.

and i'm scared that ill walk out
of this room without you ever
realizing how much you really
truly mean to me 

i probably shouldn't be telling you this, but no matter what you do to me, i'm still here. for some crazy reason i'll stick around through the bad times & the fights. i'll make up excuses for why you didn't call, why you never cared. i'll keep coming back for more even when you push me away. i think i'm just staying around so that one day when i finally do leave for good, you'll look back & say "wow, that girl really did love me."

I've realized that true love is any love at any age, regardless of my constantly evolving standards & personal growth. No matter how young I was, or how old I was; how naive, or how adept I was; how narrow-minded, or how mature I was; each boy I've ever loved, I loved truly. Fuck fairytales & dreams. Where's the truth in mixing utopian expectations with fictitious imagination? It isn't about a kiss from a prince or a knight in shining armor. It's not about sleeping beauties & princesses disguised as filthy women who cook & clean. It's more about a brute & a bitch, who look past their faults & become perfect, to and for each other, in their imperfections. It's about yelling, screaming, fighting, living, & dying; as if your own heartache didn't already tell you enough. Search for the truth in the tears that fall from swollen eyes & in the blood that drips from slit wrists & bleeding lips. Pain is real & blood is life. What more appropriate place to find true love right? I've crived rivers & bled lakes for what I know was true, & fuck you for tellng me that it isn't real because I didn't last. If you haven't cried or bled over lost love, then you haven't felt the depths or known the extent at which you truly loved.



But lately I've been seeing it differently. Now I think it's about finding that one thing you really care about, that one special thing that means more to you than anything else in the world. And when you find her, you fight for her. You risk it all, you put her in front of everything, your life, all of it. And maybe the stuff you do to help her isn't so clean. You know what? It doesn't matter, because in your heart you know that the juice is worth the squeeze


Every girl needs a man; the kind that will treat you right as well as others; the kind that has enough respect for himself, family & others; the one that will change for you to just be with you. The kind that searches for you with his heart, the kind that can be trusted alone with a room full of many other beautiful ladies, the kind that won't cheat on you because he knows he's got all he wants & needs already, the kind that is willing to be your friend & lover, the kind that doesn't mind calling you early in the morning to say good morning & late at night to say good night; maybe even sing you a good morning & tell you a good night story or talk to you until you fall asleep. The kind that will do anything for you, even if its just to buy your favorite kind of candy. The kind that will defend & fight for you, the kind that won't ditch you for his friends when you need him the most, the kind that won't leave you lonely and wondering, the ones that call you surprisingly, even if he's with his friends, just to tell you that he loves you & misses you a lot. The kind that isn't afraid to smile to his friends every time you're around and tells them, "She's the one." The kind that appreciates you for the things you do for him, even if they're little. The kind that actually thanks you for the little love notes you leave him, the kind that is willing to wait for you when you're falling behind, the kind that will actually open the door for you, take you out on dates once in a while & buy you flowers because its a Wednesday. The kind that notices your hair when you just got it cut or done beautifully for him, the kind that reminds you that he loves you & that he's happy with you in case you forget, the kind that just doesn't want kisses & hugs but to actually be loved & to love the kind that calls you "beautiful" instead of "hot." The kind that kisses your forehead when you're down, the kind that tells you to be strong & not to cry, the kind that will go through thick & thin with and for you, the kind that just loves you for who you are. That kind of man, that's the kind you keep