Promises Promises

They offered her normalcy in a pretty blue pill. Enough to keep the voices away, enough to keep her from escaping. They promised she could be fixed with heavy doses, sadly shaking their heads at the broken mess before them. But all she got were shaky hands and half thoughts. Broken promises and fifteen hours of sleep. A never ending let down.

-Me

They Tell Me I'm Crazy

To Know there is no better, it’s breaking my heart. To know this is forever, it’s breaking my heart. I know they call me crazy. A sad mess of a girl. And maybe I am. And maybe I don’t care. But I do.

-Me

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We laugh and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment.
Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler’s Wife) (via daniellekiemel) (via sleepingpatterns)
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How does that make you feel?

Tell me, what magic do you have? What wisdom do you possess, to be so confident? How will you fix me? How can you undo what has been done, the years so many? Your magic wand I presume? Ah, if only I believed in such foolish things.

-Me

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And I can’t be running back and fourth forever between grief and high delight.

J.D Salinger

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