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He speaks at a million miles an hour
Mirroring the freeway in my mind
He runs like the sun in the Winter
Following the rain
He loves like his brother
But hits like his father
He revels in all her pain
He's not coming around soon

He paints her a blue sky
And goes back and turns it to rain
A living chess game
Maybe it was her and her blind optimism to blame
Or maybe it was him and his sick need to give love
Then take it away
He was an expert at sorry
And keeping lines blurry

Flashback to forcing laughter and faking smiles
With walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy
All vanished when she saw him there
The playful conversation started
Countered all his quick remarks
Blushing all the way home
Her friends accused her of losing her mind
But she swore she was fine
Never thought it'd end up like this
Never thought we'd end up like this

Last weekend
Lights glinted through the trees
As she stood there with no one to impress
He came by later
And said I'm sorry I didn't make it
And she said I'm sorry too

He doesn't give a shit about you
And he would let you run away
So just run away...

He doesn't give a fucking shit about you
He would let you run away
So just run away...

“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.”

—  Hugh Laurie 

“You can’t go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it’s just a cage.”

— Terry Pratchett

Yeah, about the test.
The test will measure whether you are an informed, engaged, and productive citizen of the world, and it will take place in schools and bars and hospitals and dorm-rooms and in places of worship.
You will be tested on first dates; in job interviews; while watching football; and while scrolling through your Twitter feed.
The test will judge your ability to think about things other than celebrity marriages; whether you’ll be easily persuaded by empty political rhetoric; and whether you’ll be able to place your life and your community in a broader context.
The test will last your entire life, and it will be comprised of the millions of decisions that, when taken together, make your life yours. And everything — everything — will be on it.

I know, right? So pay attention.

“who taught you
that the
value of a woman
is the ratio
of her waist
to her hips
and the circumference
of her buttocks
and the volume
of her lips?
Your math
is
dangerously wrong
her value
is
nothing less
than
infinite.”

— 'Greater than' by Della Hicks-Wilson

And these children that you spit on as they try to change their worlds; are immune to your consultations, they're quite aware of what they're going through

we can stay forever young
singing radiohead at the top top of our lungs...
got a bottle of whatever but it's getting us drunk

no where to belong...

so overwhelmed

remember, the day
when we drove just to get away
the sun was coming down
and breaking through the clouds
it was as perfect as it could get
it was as perfect as it could get
and one day,
i'll see you again

you know i'm not one to break promises
i dont wanna hurt you but i need to breathe
at the end of it all,
you're still my best friend
but there's something inside that i need to release
which way is right? which way is wrong?
how do i say that i need to move on?
you know we're heading seperate ways
and it feels like i am just too close to love you
there's nothing i can really say
i can't lie no more
i can't hide no more
gotta be true to myself

you, you know just what you're doin
the way your mouth moves when you speak
you, you've got something about ya
oh, the things it does to me
you got me like woah

this could not get any weirder
girls talking can't hear it
policemen just walked in
i'm hiding under the bed, but oh

wait, who's that guy?
never mind he's dancing on the table
probably shouldn't stare from this angle
and to that couple in the corner,
someone probably should go over to her
she's spilled something down her dress
she is a sloppy hot mess

stumbling around in the moonlight
our night starts about midnight
poor girl leaned on my shoulder
fell down, she's seeing double
using our phones as flashlights
i was staring, looking for it all night
no i don't wanna go upstairs
hey, my eyes are way up here

“When did who you want to screw become the whole game? Since when is the person you want to screw the only person you get to love?.... People act like it’s the most important thing humans do, but come on..... they’re not that important. You know what’s important? Who would you die for? Who do you wake up at five forty-five in the morning for even though you don’t even know why he needs you? Whose drunken nose would you pick?!"

Will Grayson, Will Grayson

“Did I say that she was beautiful? I was wrong. Beauty is too tame a notion; it evokes only faces in magazines. A lovely eloquence, a calming symmetry; none of that describes this woman’s face. So perhaps I should assume I cannot do it justice with words. Suffice it to say that it would break your heart to see her; and it would mend what was broken in the same moment; and you would be twice what you’d been before.”

— Clive Barker, Galilee.

“You’ve felt it, haven’t you? Those feelings that seem to get so big in your chest, like something is so beautiful it aches?”

—	Heather Anastasiu, Glitch

one of the worst moments in life is probably when you’re in a room full of people and you look around and see them all talking and laughing and all of sudden you feel so sad and lonely that you can even feel a physical pain in your chest because you realize that they all belong to someone and they all have someone who belongs to them and you don’t, you’re just kind of there

i'm going out tonight, to find a boy to whisk me away
heal my pain
i've never felt so empty
lyin with someone who didn't care
and you're not here
i want you to come back here
hold me in your arms
steal me with your southern charm