What are we, after all, without our memories … without our dreams? — Nicholas Sparks
This is about you not being able to commit, because committing means saying goodbye to whatever unfulfilled fantasy of love you’ve concocted after seeing too many Meg Ryan movies. But men don’t come and make everything all better - they’re only human. And you shouldn’t punish him because you were forced to grow up so fast you never learned how to let someone else take care of you. He’s not your father, okay, he’s not necessarily gonna disappear at the first sign of trouble. And, as scary as it is to consider letting yourself be truly vulnerable with another human being, what’s even scarier is that deep down inside you know you picked this man…and if you run away from him now, you’ll be running away from being the kind of person you always wanted to be. — Scrubs
bluepill: Google wave. Who wants one?
Here’s some more guys! :)
You all got invited…
If you’re not on the list, but you left your email address, if I get another round of invitations I’ll be sure to invite you first.
I have about 12 of these left. If you’d like an invitation you can leave your email address below, or email it to me: taramarieosaile@gmail.com
Sorry they’re all gone! I promise to post when I get some again!
It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we are still alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger for them. — George Eliot
I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. — The Holiday
Sometimes I think I am out of my league, and then sometimes I think I can dream. Sometimes I wish I could be the one fish that you choose out of all in the sea. — Hellogoodbye
You know that feeling? That feeling when you just want the right thing to fall into the right place, not only because it’s right, but because it will mean that such a thing is still possible? I want to believe that. — Nick & Norah’s Infinite Playlist
Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had. — Mignon McLaughlin