Its making perfect sense,
why im putting this one off.
Im gonna take this second chance,
before the day is done.
I think to myself
“maybe this is love…
or maybe its something else.”

I slowly come apart,
but im trying to let go.
What if this is real love?
what if i can’t even beleive in it?

You were ordinary
untill you came and saved me.
This is not what it seems, no;
You’ve taken me by such surprise,
you gave me more reasons to live this life.

I turned every light on,
but i still couldnt find my way.
And i forget this, what is love?
Whats it take to remind me?

You were so ordinary,
then you came to save me.
Your not what you seemed, your so much more.
You gave me reason. I fell again.

This life is worth it. You changed everything.
I cant remember what I used to think was love.
You changed my definition.
Now its your face, your eyes, your smile.
Your voice, your motion, your everything.
You’re love.

Jeff and Lindsey, or if i must be correct….Thomas and Elizabeth.

They ^ are my parents. I honetly wouldnt really call them that but hey, i did come from them so its only appropriate.

I shall describe my mother first. Lindesy Bailey. Got her degree in professional equestrian(horse) studies. Though she has held no job relating to such in the past 20 years. Shes an artist and the tennis couch at stonewall jackson highschool. We get along sometimes but not as much as we should. After my sister spiralled out of control our relationship got rocky. We used to be closer but shes worried that il end up like ashley so i think she has less faith and trust in me. She tries too hard to control me during unnessasary times. I dont talk to her like shes my mother, i talk to her like shes my friend. I always thought that was better and would help our relationship but she calls it disrespect. I dont get that. Every other parent in the world wishes they could be best friends with their daughters….i wanna talk to her about everything but latly she makes me so mad i can barly say hi to her.

My father, jeff is a dick. He used to be this young attractive car dealer with all the promise in the world, but his bad attitude, alcohol problem, family stress, and jerk disposition have jsut well distracted him from being the dad i know he can be. It makes me sad to say but my dad really is just not a good father. and thats all i care to say about it…..

thats it.

Well honestly i cant really say i have a crush. I have those random people that i used to have feelings for, they kinda make my heart beat funny somtimes, but i am not crushing on anyone.

I sorta fell in love you see…..

wow, now this is a tuffy.

My best friend in this whole wide world would probly be Sasha Lutyk.
Now hold up! I know what happends now! Kate reads this and thinks “wtf mate?”.

You see I have had the intense pleasure of knowing Kate Harrison for most of my life, it would be an understatment to call her my best friend. Sister even seems lacking to me. She is my hatokis. Nuff said.

Sasha Grace lutyk is my best friend. I met her in 8th grade and can easily say I would not be the me I am today without her.  She was just so cute yah know! I had to befriend her. Then i got to talking to her and was like…whoa…JUST WHOA! yah know! so Like i spent all my free time with her and we’ve been through it all together. Shes helped trhough the worst of times and we’ve celebrated all the best of times. Most people would think we are the same, and thats why were so close. not true. Yes we have our simulairities. Music taste is the same. Same style mostly. HYPERNESS. easily disstracted. I could go on, but its our diffferences that make us so close.

She is too whimsical for her own good, and lets just say I’ve learned that lesson the hard way. Her life is fairly simple and easy, mines a complicated wreack.  She brings me up and i Put her down. She reminds me about the good in life and i remind her ignorance is not bliss ;] She showed me god again and showed me how to always look up. I have the duty of pulling her head out of the clouds on occasion. She helps me and I help her :] wer a team you could say. We sometimes fight though, ushally cause I get mad when she does something silly or stupid without thinking. But then she gets sad that im mad, which makes me sad. so we make up. I give her a good talking to and a slap on the wrist (semi-metaphoricly ;] ) and she gives me…the face. the all powerful dont hate me im sasha face. haha

ok ok , my point iss……..i just love her.

I LOVE HER MORE THAN PUDDING AND PIE MIXXED TOGETHER *NOSE TOUCH*

sashasaurus:

beautifulmornings:

thesaltwateroom:

drawing-parallels:

krizkotv:

rawrimadanasaur:

You can either send it to them (anonymously or with your name) or keep them to yourself. On this day you write a letter to: 

Day 1 — Your Best Friend

Day 2 — Your Crush 

Day 3 — Your parents

Day 4 —Your sibling (or closest relative)

Day 5 — Your dreams

Day 6 — A stranger

Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend

Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet

Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to

Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to

Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain

Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you

Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from

Day 15 — The person you miss the most

Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country

Day 17 — Someone from your childhood

Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be

Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad

Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest

Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression

Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to

Day 23 — The last person you kissed

Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory

Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times

Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to

Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day

Day 28 — Someone that changed your life

Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to

Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

You can either send it to them (anonymously or personally) or keep them to yourself.

This looks fun. I hope I can keep up with it!

 I’ll do it too! :)

 Haha, looks like fun.

If I fall or trip back into love
Im gonna bring a ladder and gloves, so i can climb my my back out
just in case there is ever a shred of doubt…
Im gonna bring a flashlight too, leave a trail, stick to the plan…
you can get lost down there if your not sure of the foreign territory
There are times when the path gets blurry and when the wrong truns feels right.

There are times when i wish that someone would help me find the person i was
or give me a detailed map of these streets, spelling out the traffic pattern in beeps
I am finding safety in lines, they are painted so they may guide empty tanks and broken wheels, taking me home.

right now i find myself dangling, on the edge trying not to fall in back to where i came from. Because i dove in way too deep with rocks tied to me.
I know i should have had a plan, cause i just cant escape these ropes now.
the bottom is a place i know well.

I wished for you long ago. It makes my heart sing seeing you walk these paths next to me. You helped me find the person i once was. I was so right, so correct in my thinking.  I always thought id be happy if i was loved, I am the happiest person there ever was.

If you were still around, youd tell me im different from the last time you called me out
Id put you down, id tell you its a waste of time to keep you by my side
If you were still around I swear we would sit and stare
We would be no where.

To this day I look for what is gonna take to let things be
Still today I wonder if its you or me who should feel badly….

Im pulling im pushing, im putting it out, on the line from the point where i said goodbye.

If you were still around you would tell me that your sorry but you wouldnt know what your sorry about.

I keep to myself, Keep you guessing, making you question if things would ever work themselves out.

If you were still around I swear we would sit and stare
we would be no where.

To this day Im waiting to see if everythings gonna stay this way.
I keep wondering about that day I said goodbye
I wonder now, what you have to say

Yeah it all still haunts me. still haunts me.

Whats it gonna take to just let things be.
who is it that should feel badly?

 if you ever come back…..