"Now and then I think of when we were together, like when you said you felt so happy you could die. Told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company. But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember. You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness- like resignation to the end, always the end. So when we found that we could not make sense, well you said that we would still be friends. But I’ll admit that I was glad that it was over. But you didn’t have to cut me off, make out like it never happened, & that we were nothing. And I don’t even need your love, but you treat me like a stranger, & that feels so rough. You didn’t have to stoop so low, have your friends collect your records & then change your number. I guess that I don’t need that though. Now you’re just somebody that I used to know. Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over, but had me believing it was always something that I’d done. And I don’t wanna live that way- reading into every word you say. You said that you could let it go, & I wouldn’t catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know.”
Rachel:I didn't want him to pick me by default. I want to be someone's first choice.
Ethan:But you are.
Rachel:No, I'm not his first choice.
Ethan:Yes, you are...maybe someone else's...
Rachel:*looks at Ethan*
Ethan:Why? You never wondered about me? I don't know how to say this...I like you. I've always liked you. And when another guy came in the picture I liked you even more. You are home for me. Wow, that sounded crazy. Wow, and that’s probably what all of this is, I mean it’s probably just crazy, it’s not love. Although, it kinda feels like it is.
So my cousin's a singer/songwriter (Yes, he is. Bugger off, haters) & he recently wrote this insane song. Just gotta say that I’m really blessed to have such a talented person who have always been there for me & all. So please, take a listen? You can download it here.
He says “give up the fight, haven’t you been through enough?” A year since demise, all wrecked up inside but my surface seems tough And all of the years, and all of the minutes came down to that Olden moment of tears which has since disappeared but seems now is back Take my relief, take my belief
We are walking words of pages torn, The written incomplete We are choruses of an old song Where start and ending meet
He says “it’s for your own good, haven’t you been through enough?” An ode to a friend, the most tragic of ends, remove the stains off love Before all the pain, before all the needing, you held my heart To the light of the healing but the sight of the bleeding ripped us apart
Take my relief, take my belief Good bye my dear friend I will never forget Of the day you held my hand It’s such a shame we regret
“So once again, I don’t support girls or boys supporting eating disorders or having it, but I don’t like when people talk shit about them or reblog their pictures just to say how disgusting they are. The only disgusting people are the ones who do that. Eating disorders is a sad thing in this world, and so is every other self harm.”—My Hertsgård
"What’s the point of this song? Or even singing? You’ve already gone, why am I clinging? Well I could throw it out, and I could live without, and I could do it all for you. I could be strong. Tell me if you want me to lie, ‘cause this has got to die. I said, this has got to stop. This has got to lie down with someone else on top. You can both keep me pinned, ‘cause it’s easier to tease. But you can’t make me happy quite as good as me. Well you know that’s a lie."