duminică, 16 ianuarie 2011

At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate

Time flies. Time waits for no man. Time heals all wounds. All any of us wants is more time. Time to stand up. Time to grow up. Time to let go. Time.

It means you have a choice. You have a choice to make. And I don't want to rush you into making the decision before you're ready. This morning I was going to come over... I was going to say... What I wanted to say was... But now all I can say is that... I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for, ever. I'm a little late, I know I'm a little late in telling you that. I, I just, I just want you to take your time, you know. Take all the time you need, because you have a choice to make. And when I had a choice to make, I chose wrong. Goodnight

I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for... ever. I know I'm a little late in telling you. I know I'm a little late.
We're socially retarded. I mean, look at me. I'm in love with a guy who won't say he loves me back... and here I am in his kitchen cooking, hoping he comes home and notices me. I'm a total freak. I'm the girl in the back of the class who eats her hair.

At some point, you have to make a decision. Boundaries don't keep other people out. They fence you in. Life is messy. That's how we're made. So, you can waste your lives drawing lines. Or you can live your life crossing them. But there are some lines... that are way too dangerous to cross.

At the end of the day faith is a funny thing. It turns up when you don't really expect it. It's like one day you realize that the fairy tale may be slightly different than you dreamed. The castle, well, it may not be a castle. And it's not so important happy ever after, just that its happy right now. See once in a while, once in a blue moon, people will surprise you , and once in a while people may even take your breath away.

Maybe we like the pain. Maybe we're wired that way. Because without it, I don't know; maybe we just wouldn't feel real. What's that saying? Why do I keep hitting myself with a hammer? Because it feels so good when I stop.

I've heard that it's possible to grow up - I've just never met anyone who's actually done it. Without parents to defy, we break the rules we make for ourselves. We throw tantrums when things don't go our way, we whisper secrets with our best friends in the dark, we look for comfort where we can find it, and we hope - against all logic, against all experience. Like children, we never give up hope...

Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.

Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us in the ass. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing. De Nile. It's not just a river in Egypt, it's a freakin' ocean. So how do you keep from drowning in it?

Dr. Meredith Grey: What was I to you? The girl you screwed to get over being screwed?
Dr. Derek Shepherd: You were like coming up for fresh air. It's like I was drowning and you saved me. It's all I know.
Dr. Meredith Grey: It's not good enough.

Maybe we're not supposed to be happy. Maybe gratitude has nothing to do with joy. Maybe being grateful means recognizing what you have for what it is. Appreciating small victories. Admiring the struggle it takes simply to be human. Maybe we're thankful for the familiar things we know. And maybe we're thankful for the things we'll never know. At the end of the day, the fact that we have the courage to still be standing is reason enough to celebrate.

Okay, here it is, your choice... it's simple, her or me, and I'm sure she is really great. But Derek, I love you, in a really, really big pretend to like your taste in music, let you eat the last piece of cheesecake, hold a radio over my head outside your window, unfortunate way that makes me hate you, love you. So pick me, choose me, love me.

I know now that I’m good enough not to deserve this. Not to have to feel like this. Not to love you so much that I almost hate you. I deserve someone who will stay. I’m happy you’re okay. And I’m happy about your job. And I want you to go, and be happy, and not come back.





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Parfumul unei femei spune despre ea mai multe decât proba grafologică. Christian Dior

Sunt absolut disperată după parfumuri. Mi-aş dori să am, la un moment dat, toate parfumurile din lume. TOATE. :D am câte un parfum pentru fiecare stare, mă dau cu parfum în funcţie de ocazie, de felul în care mă îmbrac sau de oamenii cu care urmează să mă întâlnesc. Există situaţii în care "mi se pune pata“ pe un parfum şi nu-l mai las o bună perioadă de timp. în alte dăţi, fiecare zi are o altă aromă, ca şi cum nu mi-aş găsi starea şi nu mi-aş putea stabili identitatea. la un moment dat mi-am considerat memoria olfactivă cel mai mare duşman. mă îndrăgostesc de mirosuri mai degrabă decât o fac de oameni, iar memoria unor persoane este mai mereu alăturată de cea a parfumului pe care-l purta într-o anumită clipă. şi asta mă termină uneori, pentru că simt că parfumul mă urmăreşte, nu omul. este ciudat, nu?! şi, uneori, îmi reneg un anumit parfum numai pentru că mi-a fost alături într-o clipă dureroasă. atunci nu-l mai vreau. parcă ar fi vina lui:)

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