inner thoughts

i'm ruby! (: i want to share the things that make me smile, think, and feel. enjoy<3

Friendship: The quality or condition of being friends.
From the start i had doubts about you. I never wanted to get too close because i was afraid of being your friend. Why? Something inside me told me to wait. To see how things went before actually opening up and letting you in. So i did. My inside voice knew well. We’ve been there for each other countless times. held each others hand while we cried. But even after all that, the bond wasn’t sealed. We didn’t become the friends we should of because it wasn’t there. Our friendship wasn’t meant to last. We both couldn’t handle the responsibility. We both didn’t know how to be friends no matter what. At the first sign of big trouble we both ran. We both played part in the distruction of what could’ve been. It was beautiful while it lasted, yes. But now? There’s no way of going back to how things were. What if she forgives you they ask. There’s nothing to forgive. There was no offense. And for that. I must walk away. With my heart in tears? No. In joy. Because it will always remember the memories we had. And the time we spent. It was fun. But fun things don’t last forever. Goodbye accquaintance. I wish you all the happiness in the world. <3

Society has chosen to label its members according to who they think they are. Emo, Punk, Preppy, Cool, Uncool, so on. When did they determine that they were psychic and knew a person by simply looking at their outter shell. What makes people think that you know everything about someone just because of what their appearance tells. Has anyone thought about actually finding out how these people are? Of knowing them in a deeper way? No. Instead we label. We say ok your dresses like this so your like this. You act like this so your like this. No. there’s always are reason behind it. BAD KIDS. To me, thats the worst. People sometimes make mistakes. TRUE. But kids? they make ten times more mistakes. Their curious. They’re trying to find themselves. So to label them as bad because they commited an offense isn’t right. Why can’t we talk to them before labeling them to society. What we find might be a great discovery. Kids aren’t all bad forever. Just sometimes very misunderstood. When they fight with their parents, they might just be looking for their attention. When they do drugs, they might be looking for an outlet to the fucked up live they have. When they stole that money from that store, maybe they were trying to get money to eat after being thrown out of their house by abusive parents. We’ve all had bad periods of times in our lives, but as adults we knew how to cope. Kids…..they have no clue how to. so instead of labeling them. we should try to understand. <3

Love:a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
how can the word love be defined with a sentence. how can anyone believe to know the true meaning of love. LOVE is an indescribable emotion, experience, and thus has no central definition. in fact, one can say that love, in all its greatness, has many interpretations not just a single definition. My interpretation? Love is a feeling for another you just can’t describe.
it amazes me when people around me ask me why i love you. they want a concrete answer. they want a definition. they want me to say, “i love him because blah blah blah”. but there is no such concrete answer. i cannot describe my feelings for you. i can only rely on the word love to somewhat summarize what my heart cannot. yet that doesn’t satisfy those around me. how do you know its love then? you don’t even know what you feel? nay. i know exactly what i feel. i know that when i see you my heart sings. i know when i see you leave, my heart sinks. your my happiest hello and my hardest goodbye. i know that with or without you, i will never be the same. i know that with your love, the person i use to be has forever changed. so why do i love you?
such words haven’t been invented. <3

its incredible to image how life can be such a blank canvas. and when you think you’ve drawn your picture of it…it’s merely just a paint drop.

yes or no. simplest of question -___-

really!

why did god give you a mouth? just to be a flusey? i don’t think so. can’t you be a respectful human being and ask for my consent. i’m done being silent! FUCK YOU!

who knew….

that life could be so beautiful with just a little bit more freedom?

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