If you need a little sunshine, you can borrow some of mine.

I suck at chess, but I enjoy chatting!

“This is a love song for a girl who will never know it’s about her. I know it’s pretty stupid, but I’m much too shy to tell her. She is beaming, that smile… All the while, I’m all choked up on my own throat. I guess there is no hope.”

P.S. please if you get a chanse put some flowrs on Algernons grave in the bak yard.

“As you look straight ahead, you spot the glowing eyes of a monster. That same one that killed your family and murdered your friends. Its eyes are full of hate and malice - or, was it remorse? You should really stop looking at that damn mirror.”

I’ve been a puppet, a pauper, a pirate, a poet, a pawn and a king. I’ve been up, and down, and over, and out, and I know one thing.

“Used to be one of the rotten one’s and I liked you for that. Now you’re all gone, got your makeup on, and you’re not coming back.”

“Dear Mr. Vernon,

We accept that we had to sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever it is we did wrong, but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you wanna see us, in the simplest terms with the most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a brain. And an athlete. And a basket case. A princess. And a criminal. Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,

The Breakfast Club.”

"...And these children that you spin on as they try to change their worlds are immune to your consultations. They're quite aware of what they're going through..." - David Bowie

“It’s unavoidable. It just happens.” “What happens?” “When you grow up, your heart dies.” “Who cares?" “I care.”

“He was a good friend of mine- he died
Why I write about it now? Gotta honor him somehow. Saw some people crying that night. Yeah, Fentanyl took a few lives from our life... Alright

I woke in the middle of the night, he spoke with his eyes half closed. Can you get me something else to eat? Got a hole in my chest
I can't take it anymore,
put my pillow to the desk,
let me rest.

In the house they were calling out his name all night, taking turns on the bed throwing bottles from the windows of the home on Hope Street. You can write a check in my name now, Eddie take the money and run.”

“Wait right here, I’ll be back in the morning. I know that I’m not that important to you, but to me, girl you’re so much more than gorgeous. So much more than perfect.”

“One more thing! Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? That attitude may be your doom.”

So let gravity be my sculptor, let the wind do my hair. Let me dance in front of people without even a care.

“I guess everyone is like this. Smiles, hugs, years together, holidays, late night confessions, tears, phone calls, one million words. They all mean nothing.”

“He’s probably decided to leave me alone for good now, which is fair enough. I’ve screwed it all up again. Classic Tori.”

“It was like being in a car with the gas pedal slammed down to the floor and nothing to do but hold on and pretend to have some semblance of control. But control was something I'd lost a long time ago." - Tweak: Growing Up on Methamphetamines

“I changed jobs and cities, I hated holidays, babies, history, newspapers, museums, grandmothers, marriage, movies, spiders, garbagemen, English accents, Spain, France, Italy, walnuts and the colour orange. Algebra angered me, opera sickened me, Charlie Chaplin was a fake, and flowers were for pansies.

Peace and happiness to me were signs of inferiority, tenants of the weak and addled mind.

But as I went on with my alley fights, my suicidal years, my passage through any number of women - It gradually began to occur to me that I wasn’t different from the others, I was the same. They were all fulsome with hatred, glossed over with petty grievances, the men I fought in alleys had hearts of stone. Everybody was nudging, inching, cheating for some insignificant advantage, the lie was the weapon and the plot was empty, darkness was the dictator.”

"Dear Evan Hansen,

Nobody else understands me. What's worse is, nobody else wants to try. You're the best friend I have.

Or, let's face it; the only friend I have. It's just you and me here, so let's be honest with ourselves. Because why not, right? Mom didn't want me. Dad didn't want to stay. Mom got stuck with me. Mom had to deal with me. Dad got to start over. Why didn't we get to start over? Nobody let us start over. Why does nobody ever let you start over? Why can't I start over? I want to start over so badly, I want to be somebody new, but I look in the mirror and, big surprise, it's still the same old me.

Everybody else have a family. I just have parents. Everybody else has a home. I just have a house. A lonely little house, with a tiny little bed, and the carpets have smelled weird since the day we moved in. Everybody else has dreams. I just have setbacks. Everybody else has a network. I just have Facebook. Everybody else has connections. I just have collisions.

And then there's Zoe. Like, all my hope is pinned on Zoe. Like, everything I am is invested in Zoe. Like, my entire existence is wrapped up in Zoe. Like, everything would be ok if only there were Zoe. Who I don't even know and who doesn't know me. But I feel like if I knew her, I could love her. And I feel like if she knew me...

Who am I kidding? Let's be honest with ourselves. Let's just try to be honest with ourselves.

Never going to happen. Zoe doesn't care. Does anybody even care? If I disappear tomorrow, nobody's going to care.

They don't even know my name.

I'm giving up. I'm giving in. I'm not fighting it anymore. Nothing changes. It doesn't get better. It doesn't get easier. You don't get any wiser. You just get older. Your skin gets thinner. Your nerves get weaker. Your feelings get hurt enough times that you'd rather not feel anymore. You give up. I give up.

I give up. Once and for all, I give up.

Sincerely, me."

"He was dead before he hit the ground. But I knew that was what he wanted, even as the lot echoed with the cracks of shots, even as I begged silently, 'Please, not him...not him and Johnny both...' I knew he would be dead 'cause Dally Winston wanted to be dead and he always got what he wanted." - The Outsiders

"I wondered. Dally's tougher than I am. Why can I take it and Dally can't? And then I knew. Johnny was the only thing Dally loved and now Johnny was gone. (with the wind, of course ;) )" - The Outsiders

“Stay away from the ones you love too much. Those are the ones who will kill you." - Boris Pavlikovsky, The Goldfinch

“Sometimes we want what we want even if we know it will kill us.” - Theo Decker, The Goldfinch

“He believed himself to be a cruel man; He had forgotten about the stars he showed me and I would like to think there was no worse death than his ability to recognize his kindness.”

It's so rare that somebody looks out for you

Thoughts and prayers was all they’d do.

Hi ma’am, I’m Gibby. “She doesn’t speak English-” …I’m still Gibby..

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.” - Pride and Prejudice (Funny, right, because I hate Pride and Prejudice. It is actually one of my least favorite books. I despise it.")

I am so blue, how can I show you? An empty crib, a dirty gift. You make me sick. You make me like it.

We were never friends and I hope you know that my hate for you is nonexistent, as I do not care about you enough to let you waste my energy.

There is no point in make-believing that we could ever exist again//

@silly-willy-joker I love you so incredibly dearly and am genuinely so grateful for you. You’re gonna go far.

@JohnnyRebornReborn I love you. Chase your dreams, please. Have fun. Live to the best you can.

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