“We held hands. It’s funny, even at the height of our friendship – as guys – you would never hold hands. But it was lovely. I sat with him for a few hours when he was in treatment just outside New York. He was about 10 days away from his death, as I recall. He was very poorly. But it was lovely, really lovely, and the years just stripped back. It was good. It was like we were dreaming. He was my little baby brother, almost, because I’d known him that long.”—Paul McCartney on one of his last meetings with George Harrison (via pacificoast)
Don’t you hate it when people make a joke about you, about something that you are actually incredibly insecure about and they don’t realize it, but every laugh feels like a stab in your chest, because it hurts so much and brings up memories you’d rather forget. but you can’t say anything, because then people would know your weaknesses. They’d know how insecure you really are. so instead you just laugh it off, and hide the pain you feel inside.
The truth is, I'm one of those few people who actually care when I ask "What's wrong?". The only problem is that usually I have no idea what to say afterwards or how to make it better. I try not to use phrases like "That sucks" or "I'm sorry", but I still can never find the right words to say. But I promise, I'll always listen. I guess that's all I can do.
"never insecure until i met you, now im in stupid, i used to be so cute to me, just a little bit skinny, why do i look to all these things to keep you happy? maybe get rid of you and then i'll get back to me. my outsides look cool, my insides are blue, everytime i think im through, it's because of you, i tried different ways, but it's all the same, at the end of the day i have myself to blame."
I’m the kind of girl who is quiet in large groups or around people I don’t know; you only see the real me if we’re close. I smile and laugh a lot, especially at the most inappropriate times. I’m a hopeless romantic who’s too afraid to fall herself. I trip over air, up stairs, and over people’s feet. I am the hardest person to offend, but it is all too easy to make me feel horrible. I hate telling people about my problems; they don’t need to worry about me. I’m the one who listens to other people’s problems. I believe people should not be judged before one takes the time to get to know them, yet I am guilty of doing that exact thing. I love to think rather than talk. I prefer rainy, cloudy days to sunny ones. I’m awkward, clumsy, shy, strange… but this is me. Take it or leave it.