Sunday, January 30, 2011
The truth is, I'm not mad at you. I'm just hurt; and the fact that every time your name pops up on my phone or computer, my heart sinks a little bit deeper. You don't realize what you've made me go through; but I can guarantee you're not doing it again. Thanks for teaching me just how much it hurts to be played with....learned a lot.
5:49 AM; its' over.Y
Girl:I'm going to my operation today!
Boy:(no reply)
Girl:*gets on table to get operation*
Boy:*doesn't even say I love u to her*
Girl:*got a heart transplant*
Girl:*comes out of operation looking for him*
Girl: Where is he?
Mom: Didn't they tell you who gave you your heart.
5:47 AM; its' over.Y
There was a boy whose first love
was a girl in a picture,
which he found on the street.
He picked it up and kept it.
As time went by he married,
but still kept it.
One day, his wife found it and asked,
"Where did you get this?"
The man said,
"I found it when i was a child..
but why are you asking?"
His wife replied,
"I lost this picture when i was seven.
5:40 AM; its' over.Y
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
"Math tells us three of the saddest love stories: Of parallel lines, who were never meant to meet. Of tangent lines, who were together once then parted forever. And of asymptotes, who could only get closer and closer, but could never be together."
- (via glitterforbones)
7:34 AM; its' over.Y
