Saturday, 21 April 2012

• When I look at my room, I see a girl who loves books

  

   

  When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible"

  with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how

  right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be

  irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are.

  We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change

  shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old.

  They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the

  sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

  

  

  

  
  

  You take the good and all the bad that comes with me

   

  Remember when i was
  
  So strange and likable
  
  I just want back in your head

  

  Box after box and you're still by my side
  The weather is changing and breaking my stride
  I know I know I know, it's just this day
  House after house, just like car after car
  You see club after club and it all seems so far
  I know I know I know what else are we here for
  The same as I love you, you'll always love me too
  This love isn't good unless it's me and you

  

  
  

   

  Would you give all your love for a run at the past with me
  I know you're sad even though you say that you're not
  I know you're scared even though you say that you're not
  I won't get mad when you say things are getting too hard
  I won't make all of your love so scared to come through our yard
  I won't scream in my head and let it isolate me
  I won't be left dancing alone to songs from the past

   

  

  Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you.

  And sometimes, when you fall, you fly

  
  

  Only if you have been in the deepest valley, can you ever know how magnificent

  it is to be on the highest mountain.

  
  

  It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many

  things all at once So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s

  platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.

  

  
  

  My soul is from elsewhere, I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there.

  
  

  
  

  So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk,

  thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane

   

  

  
  

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