!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" "http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> The Adventures Of Janna Banana

"I could blame the town, I could
blame you, hell I could even blame the
fact the we were shit people. We wasted
the best of ourselves in the summer…
When we’re drinking whine coolers
we stole from your mom. We sat on your
roof and the way you looked at the sunset.
How we just talked about life, and our dreams.
I felt like I was a fool for trying
to find a place I could fit in your dreams.
But, in that moment the only thing that fit
perfectly were my hands in yours. I started shaking
and you just caressed my skin and for a moment
I thought that was enough.. You and the summer..
But, then I thought about the seasons and how they change.
How time isn’t biased towards anything, but it was never enough.
I felt useless against time , I would probably never again get to have a moment like that. I could imagine that sunset, but I couldn’t feel it.
I just held your hand a little tighter.. It was still yours and
mine was still mine. I thought about you leaving before you
knew I was leaving in the most worst way possible.
I thought about the letter I would write you.. That
I would probably never send too you. But I’d hope you’d
find it… For a second the courage gathered on my lips
and I wanted to tell you how I was going to end it that night,
because a part of me wanted you to say something no one else
ever said… But it wouldn’t matter my disintegration was impending.
You couldn’t feel anything when you touched me because I was already
indifferent. So even if you told me you wanted to stay and you wanted me
to stay. I knew I couldn’t.. Sometimes I hated myself for knowing  what I knew. I knew I couldn’t change the truth so I started
to look for beauty in the inevitability.
I knew it was in the nature for the stars to cross.
That it would be unnatural if they didn’t, and
even more untrue if their wasn’t tragedy.
I was a strong believer on the idea everything was
written out there for you in the stars. It was
the only thing I could believe in that could be real.
I learned in my my state of suffering that my days were
numbered. I felt ungrateful for my borrowed time.
I wanted more time with you, I wanted more time for you to save me.
Maybe you couldn’t save me. But every second of your time you gave to me,  bought me an hour & every hour you gave to me, bought me a day
and that day bought me forever & Maybe that wasn’t enough time but it
was enough time for me too love you. I wouldn’t change that, for the time I knew you.” - JoHanna Marie (Unfinished stories about things I’ll never tell you) 


I hate it when you really need to talk to a friend about something important because you feel like your world is crashing down on you but they act like you don’t exist until their problems occur.

(via rabbitswastedyouth)

"The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving."
- Lessons in Life #39 (via fef1b5)

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"The greatest gift you can give someone is the space to be his or herself, without the threat of you leaving."
- Lessons in Life #39 (via fef1b5)

(Source: theloverboi, via rabbitswastedyouth)

"The one thing that you have that nobody else has is you. Your voice, your mind, your story, your vision. So write and draw and build and play and dance and live as only you can."
- Neil Gaiman (via psych-facts)

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"I hate people generally, but I like people individually."
- introverts (via ileu)

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When I was in the hospital
I was roomed with a schizophrenic
And she was the most gentle person I have ever met
There was a boy with a long deep slit across his neck
Who told very funny jokes
A girl who never spoke a word
Would draw the most beautiful pictures
The boy who shook with anxiety
Could hold the most intelligent conversations
Even the girl who screamed in her sleep and picked at her skin
Had a heart the size of the ocean
We are not who you think we are

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