Everyone wants their kids to grow up and go to Harvard or be a quarterback for the Patriots. No one ever looks at their baby and thinks, ‘Oh i hope my kid grows up and becomes a freak. I hope he gets to school everyday and prays he won’t catch anyone’s attention.’ But you know what? Kids grow up like that every single day.
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| — | Jodi Picoult (via wordsandlyrics) |
Take me on a candle lit dinner. In the middle of the sand by an ocean. Write my name with candles, and put rose peddles everywhere because you know they’re my favorite. Have some soft music playing, or that one song that just describes us so amazingly. Write me a letter to put on the table, so you can read it to me as if you were telling me a love fairytale. Grab my left hand, and hold my ring finger so you can tell me that you love me and that you want to be the one for me. Don’t take your eyes off me, not even for a second. I can’t even share even a tiny second.
Have you ever been to that state of time where your so use to telling people the same things over and over again, yet there not true. They’re lies. And times when you repeat those things, you don’t even remember that they are. Your so caught up with actually believing in those words and phrases to make up, or make better what you are or who or even what your lying about. It’s scary that we can create ourselves into our own seperate world.
