Laut einer Studie sind Leute, die oft fluchen, intelligenter als dumme verfickte Hurensöhne.
Ich bin dieser Jemand, der tagsüber lacht um andere glücklich zu machen und sich nachts fragt was das Leben für sich Wert ist.
Sometimes I just wish I could go to sleep till I was eighteen...and skip all this crap-high school and everything- just skip it.
One person is really like three people. The person you think you are, the person other people see and the person you really are.
It's not that I don't like you. It's just that I'd prefer not to be in your presence. I mean, it's nothing against you but it's like...okay, leave me alone. Pretty much go away actually...Now that I think about it. I don't really like you that much at all. It's kinda hard to explain but really simple at the same time. You suck.
Wenn die ganze Klasse still einen Test schreibt und dein Magen sich denkt: "Ich werde dir jetzt den Paarungsruf eines Blauwals demonstrieren"
I just have this happy personality and a sad soul in one body. It feels weird sometimes.
I think the hardest part about falling in love is that you no longer have control over your own emotions. One word, one look, could change your entire day, wether it be good or bad. Someone has the ability to get inside your head, learn everything about you but it's never guaranteed that they're going to stick around. But I think the worst part is that you don't even have control over falling in love. It just happens, even if you don't want it to. It'll either break your heart or make you feel alive, but the most awful truth of it all is that we all die at some point, with or wothout them.
Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feel nothing at all. I don't know what's worse: Drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst.
Lieber Bauch, sorry für die ganzen Schmetterlinge. Liebes Kissen, sorry für die ganzen Tränen. Liebes Herz, sorry für die ganzen Schmerzen. Lieber Verstand, Du hattest mal wieder recht.
