There's countless people on this earth. How many of them do i actually care about? How many of them actually care about me? How many of them are going to change my life? How many of them am i going to love? How many of them am i going to hate? How many of them matter?
I wonder who he is. That boy that's going to mean the world to me. How are we going to meet? What does he look like? How many secrets will we share? Will he be mine forever? Is he looking for me? Where is he?
Coming to Tumblr was probably one of the best things for me. It was like seeing a whole new group of people that have the same state of mind as you. And that's why I appreciate all of the people I'm following, and all of my followers. Thank you.
I always have this fear that I won’t finish in time; or that even if I do finish, I’m afraid that it’s still not good enough to receive an A or something. Even if it’s not a very big project or whatever, I still get paranoid af when it comes to it.
“And I’m suppose to sit by while you date boys and fall in love with someone else, get married…?” His voice tightened. “And meanwhile, I’ll die a little bit more every day, watching.”—Cassandra Clare(City of Glass)
We can't have world peace because there's just too much hate in the world. There always someone that's going to call someone out. There's always going to be disagreements. There's always going to be even minor things, like bitches at school, haters, losing. If people accepted the fact that everyone is different and that everyone has different beliefs, then maybe world peace would have a shot, but with they way the world is, I honestly don't see that happening anytime soon.
What makes it worse is that I don’t know what’s keeping me up at night. Maybe it’s my thoughts, or the fact that I’m constantly worrying about things that shouldn’t even matter. Or that I worry about not waking up tomorrow, because tomorrow is never guaranteed. I’m constantly tossing and turning, not knowing what’s wrong. So I just lie still, hoping that I’ll eventually drift off in my unwanted thoughts.
“All my life I’ve been good but now,
I’m thinking ‘what the hell!’
All I want is to mess around,
and I don’t really care about.
If you love me, if you hate me.”—Avril Lavigne (via seriouslydontreadmyblog)
“You wish they understood, as you do, that there is no escape and never was, that from the moment two cells combined to become one they were doomed. You wish they understood that there is joy in this fact, greater joy and love in just this one last moment than they experienced in the entirety of their lives. You wish they would stop running and screaming and shooting each other long enough, and then they might see for themselves. Because even in this last moment there is still Everything, whole galaxies and eons, the sum total of every experience across time, shrunk to the head of a pin, theirs for the asking, right here, right now. And so anything, anything, anything is possible.”—“Everything Matters!” (Ron Currie, Jr.)
Or showing mixed emotions. I’m no psychic so I can’t tell what’s going on in your head. If I get a feeling that something’s wrong, chances are, there is. I think I’m too nice to people. Or, I care too much for people who don’t deserve it. Maybe I should start caring less, maybe I’ll stop myself and people from getting hurt.