Life is a series of avoiding horrible situations until ultimately you’re dead.
It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true.
You think you know everything that’s happening around you. But you can’t always see clearly when you’re standing right there in the picture.
If you’re part of a record company, you’re a manufactured product. It doesn’t mean that you’re not talented.
It’s weird to feel someone’s attention on you that way, like you’re the only thing in the world they’re listening to. Most of the time people are distracted, or just thinking about what they’re going to say next.
You think you’re waiting for help. For someone to tell you what the right thing to do is. Even though, at the back of your mind, you already know what that is. So all you’re really waiting for, is a time when you’re forced to do it.
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.
Acting is like letting your pants down-
(reblogging regardless of cat in shot)
One thing I learned a long time ago is that even if you think you’re meant to be with someone, that doesn’t necessarily mean you get to be with them.