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I’ve waited a hundred years
But I’d wait a million more for you
Nothing prepared me for the privilege of being yours
If I had only felt the warmth within your touch
If I had only seen how you smile when you blush
Or how you curl your lip when you concentrate enough
I would have known what I was living for
What I’ve been living for
by The embodiment of what I hope someone will someday feel about me. Oh, so beautiful.
Don’t be afraid and don’t be unconfident about your future. Have that confidence. Your as good as anybody. You’re better than most.
by Regis Philbin
9-1-1, What’s Your Emergency?

My car just broke down on the highway. I think I’m having a heart attack. My daughter has been missing for the last six hours. There’s a fight going on outside my apartment building. 

These are the reason why we call them. Cats can be stuck in trees or heads can be pooling blood onto floors, but we always call for the same reason: We’re confused, scared and panicked. We need help. We need to be saved 

If only they can save us from everything. How sweet life would be if by dialing those three simple digits, they can save us from it all.

911, what’s your emergency? I don’t know how I’m going to pay my mortgage this month. The doctors don’t know what wrong this me. I think I’m dying of a broken heart. I have to bury my only child tomorrow. How do I get my wife to remember my name; her own name? I can’t seem to find God, no matter where I look.

I suppose one could call this prayer. That you are “calling” God, or whoever it is you believe in … but I can’t seem to find his number in the yellow pages. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure if God even has a phone. 

Last Dance

Spin me around and don’t let me go.

Because when the music stops

we have nothing. 

We can grasp at the walls all we want, searching, but we will forever be stumbly blinding through life in the dark.
My Friday Night Struggle: One part of me wants to party my ass off, kiss pretty boys, and try to remember it all the next day. The other part wants to sit home, lounge in my cozy pajamas, and Tumblr my heart out until I pass out.

Yeah, I wonder which part of me won out tonight?

It’s quite a bummer that I’ll be in class when it turns 11:11 am tomorrow. I wonder what is so magical about wishing on 11:11? I’m not so sure, but it does give you this certain feeling. I generally wish for the same thing, the specifics of it may be different, but the basics of it are mostly the same. I guess what I love about it the most is that I wish about something so special and so lovely for that one minute, it leaves me smiling as if it really were my reality. make a wish, make it a good one, make it last  xx P.S. My 11th post, how charming? :)
You know when you are in too deep when you stalk your zodiac horoscope and that of your crush daily.

Although I cannot help the fact that Scorpio and Cancer make such a good match

Our society can keep people alive using machines, travel into the depths of space, can actually clone animals and people, yet we haven’t figure out love.

This seems a lot more important than cloning a sheep, but maybe that’s just me.