Butterflies have got to be murdered..

"Blair: Oh my God. Do you... 'like' me?
Chuck: Define like.
Blair: You have got to be kidding me.
Chuck: How do you think I feel? I can't sleep! I feel sick, like there's something in my stomach... fluttering.
Blair: Butterflies? Oh no, no, no, no no. You know that I adore all of God's creatures and the metaphors that they inspire, but butterflies have got to be murdered."

Voodoo Girl.

Her skin is white cloth,
and she's all sewn apart
and she has many colored pins
sticking out of her heart.

She has many different zombies
who are deeply in her trance.
She even has a zombie
who was originally from France.

But she knows she has a curse on her,
a curse she cannot win.
For if someone gets
too close to her,

the pins stick farther in.

Start over..

All of these tears,
time will dry them,
I will survive them
and make it through into another day all of this pain
Time will heal it, there’ll be a time sometime
I know I will feel it, I will live through life without you after the hurting is done
I will be so over you I will not give up on love

Sometimes you just gotta, you gotta let it go.

How did it change so fast?
I won't give you to the past
I really thought it'd last.
All that we had was so unbelieveable,
now that it's gone it's just inconceivable.
Still in my dreams you are so damn beautiful

How could it be that YOU ruined my EVERYTHING?

Would have given up my life for you, guess it's true what they say about love: it's blind.

You don't care that you hurt me and now I'm half the girl that I used to be when it was you and me. You didn't love me enough, my heart may never mend and you'll never get to love me again. Sadness has me at the end of the line. Helpless watched you break this heart of mine. And loneliness only wants you back here with me, common sense knows that you're not good enough for me. I wish like hell I could go back in time. maybe then I could see how.

Forgiveness says that I should give you one more try, but it's too late, it's over now.-

Sorry

Remember when we were little and we would accidentally bite a kid on the playground. Our teachers would go, “Say you’re sorry”, and we would say it, but we wouldn’t mean it cause the stupid kid we bit, totally deserved it. But as we get older, making amends isn't so simple. After the playground days are over, you can't just say it, you have to mean it. As human beings we can always try to do better, to be better, to right a wrong even when it feels irreversible. Of course, "I'm sorry" doesn't always cut it; maybe because we use it so many different ways: as a weapon, as an excuse. But, when we are really sorry, when we use it right, when we mean it, when our actions say what words never can, when we get it right "I'm sorry" is perfect. When we get it right, "I'm sorry" is redemption.

When there's something you really want, fight for it,
don't give up no matter how hopeless it seems.

And when you've lost hope, ask yourself if ten years from now,
you're gonna wish you gave it just one more shot.

Because the best things in life, they don't come free.

Girls are taught a lot of stuff growing up. If a guy punches you he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy. And get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we're told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes we're so focused on finding our happy ending we don't learn how to read the signs. How to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don't, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. Maybe the happy ending is just moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, you never gave up hope.

I concentrated even harder, dredging up specific memories, letting them flood my mind. Some of the memories were not clear:
the first time I'd seen his face, the sound of his voice through the darkness of my faltering consciousness..
And the sharp memories, perfectly recalled:
his face when I'd opened my eyes to my new life, that first kiss, that first night.

Memories that will remain FOREVER.

I won't waste my whole life trying to get back what was taken away..

Not anymore..