quotes about good days and bad days

I hope one day you regret everything and realize things weren’t so bad between us and maybe you realize I did my best for you every single day. However, when that day comes I’ll be gone, and we missed a perfectly good chance to find happiness together.
It’s another bad day and I’m driving on a one way street that leads to a cliff, it sounds more peaceful than the words I hear. I can’t take this anymore. You must hate me, we’re made from the same bones, we’re made from the same flesh– but indeed, we clash. You say that I know nothing, yes, it’s true. I don’t know much– all I ever do is write about the sad. Maybe that’s all I’ll ever be good at. Maybe you’ll forgive me some day. I still look up to you. You’re my Wonder Woman, a real super hero whenever I needed something. You don’t need to dodge bullets to make me happy. You just need to be less angry, even when I’m not around. You see, I never knew I needed your smile until the air left when I cried. I never knew I needed your touch until every summer sounded like frost between each blink– I’m sorry I waited until the last minute to put winter tires on my heart, I wanted you to want to stay. We breathe in angry more than the sleep we don’t get, and I know I’ve asked my hands for forgiveness when the hole in the wall matches the grit in my teeth. I’ve asked the mirror for another bandaid when I’ve tied the sheets around your memory and squeezed tight enough to run us deeper into the ground. My lips don’t always match my feelings, but this will never change– my heart has a sweet spot for you. You love me during my dark times, and I know I don’t say this enough– thank you. You’re made from the angriest kind of red, you’re made from the sweetest kind of flames– you left this stove on, you wanted to burn down a single home, but you burned the world down instead. You’re made from a bird’s early morning chirp, I’m awake because you’re inside of a tree right next to my window. You can’t escape the things crawling in your skin. You can’t run from the things leaving your thoughts. You can’t destroy the pieces of yourself that says I love you, but I hate you. You can’t burn if you’re already burning. There’s no point in talking if our tongues don’t speak the same language. There’s no point in feeling if my heart is just a smaller version of you. I have your heartbeat, but still you claim– that I don’t understand. I’m in your lungs. I’m in your skin. I’m in your ears. I’m in your eyes. I’m in your cheekbones. I’m in your spine. I’m in everywhere you look and that just makes this situation much more difficult to get over. I’m just a younger you. And mama, here’s the truth. Even if you drive me crazy–

I still love you. I’ll always have one mom.
—  The Ate & The Bunso

American Pie ~ The True Meaning ~ Day The Music Died by Don McLean

A long, long time ago…
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

But February made me shiver
With every paper I’d deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldn’t take one more step.

I can’t remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

So bye-bye, miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ Whiskey and Rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.”

Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock ‘n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.

I started singin’,
“bye-bye, miss American Pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ Whiskey and Rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.”

Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
But that’s not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
And a voice that came from you and me,

Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.

We were singing,
“bye-bye, miss American Pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ Whiskey and Rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.”

Helter Skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?

We started singing,
“bye-bye, miss American Pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ Whiskey and Rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.”

Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Jack flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw satan laughing with delight
The day the music died

He was singing,
“bye-bye, miss American Pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ Whiskey and Rye
And singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.”

I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.

And they were singing,
“bye-bye, miss American Pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin’ Whiskey and Rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die.”

They were singing,
“bye-bye, miss American Pie.”
Drove my Chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin’ Whiskey and Rye
Singin’, “this’ll be the day that I die.”

It is impossible to live a life where there is no bad, you will find that there are days where you are not content and you wish to deal with nothing. There will be other days though. Days that are filled with happiness, joy, compassion and peace. Days where you are not worried about anything, days where you are not concerned about who has greener grass. The balance of good and bad may seem off right now, keep going, keep pushing and you will find the day where it all seems to appear close to perfect.

Good and bad balancing act by Amy Kennedy


life isn’t easy, or I don’t think it is. life isn’t meant to be easy though. you’re supposed to have bad days, wether it’s one or five. they all teach you something, they make you stronger and hold so much value. embrace the bad days, with out them you wouldn’t really understand the meaning of the good ones.

“This is the stupidest thing we’ve ever done,” John muttered as they drew up to the front door.

“Smile,” Sherlock said through his teeth. “No, not like that, you look like you’re going to break someone’s arm. Smile like you’ve glimpsed salvation and want to share it with everyone.”

“I’ve glimpsed salvation in your arse,” John said and they were both giggling when the door was flung open.

“Good morning,” Sherlock said brightly in his atrocious American accent. “I’m Elder Smith and this is Elder Young and we’d like to talk to you about the Church of Latter-Day—“

“Fook off,” the wiry man with the bad teeth said unceremoniously and slammed the door.

Inspired by a scene in chapter 15 of Chryse’s brilliant A River Without Banks where the quote is taken from.

It also works for Day 17: Spontaneous Musical of the 31 Day Domestic OTP Sketch Challenge devised by kowabungadoodles (despite there not being any singing in the scene …). Another drawing inspired by this marvellous fic is Day 19.

  1. Milkshake drinking competition
  2. Aggressively feeding ducks
  3. Massage
  4. Secretly shopping for the other
  5. Buying a Pet
  6. New Pet regrets
  7. Sudden rainstorm
  8. Watching terrible television
  9. Sleepy kissing
  10. Starbucks AU
  11. Fighting over fridge space
  12. Sharing a shower
  13. Sexy day dreams
  14. Unfortunate public boner
  15. DIY project
  16. Tickle fight
  17. Spontaneous Musical
  18. Costume party
  19. Walking home drunk
  20. Sex interrupted by phone
  21. Trying a new sport.
  22. Home cooking!
  23. Fell in a river
  24. Minor Phobias
  26. Magical AU
  27. Can’t sleep
  28. Night time confessions
  29. Getting lost
  30. Awkward dinner party
  31. Holiday (vacation)!
Happiness is good health and a bad memory.

“ nothing really mattered. not the good things and not the bad ones. from day to day everything went more tiring. no one really meant something for me, and i was captured in this school having to face people on a daily basis i strongly dislike, forced to listen to their fucking bullshit. thinking it was a long time ago when someone really meant something to me, when you feel excited and happy about them. no one and nothing mattered.”

What I want in a MAN

 What I want in a man isn’t physical or shallow, neither money nor good looks, what I want in a man is: 

Someone who always smiles when he sees my face on the pillow next to him in the morning.

Someone who tells people about me and is proud to have me just as much as i am to have him.

Someone who can’t wait to come back home to me after a bad day, or share the good news with me after a great day.

Someone who will choose me and keep choosing me, over and over again, no matter the timing or situation. 

Someone that I am sure about, that doesn’t make me wonder if this is the real deal or not.

Someone that appreciates me and all I give and knows how to reciprocate.

Someone that will call me every night just to hear my voice before he falls asleep.

Someone that calls me “his” and I’ll call him “mine”, and everytime I hear him say that I’ll get butterflies in the pit of my stomach.

Someone who loves me and accepts me for who I am, with all my flaws and faults and to him I will be more than enough. 

Someone who puts a smile on my face without even talking.

Someone who makes me feel like a smitten teenager even when i’m 60 years old.

Someone that makes me feel loved and wanted, even on my worst days.

Someone to grow and explore with. 

Someone that will bring out the best in me and I will bring out the best in him.

Someone that starts a fire in me without even touching me, but when he does I get swallowed by the flames. 

Someone who sees me in every movie he watches, every song he hears and every woman he walks past on the street. 

Someone that will forever stay in my heart and I in his. 

Someone to love and that will love me back. 

I wish to myself and to every woman out there to find this guy, and to love and be loved equally. 

IG: DaniellaLivyatan

I read this quote today while browsing Facebook

“There are people who would love to have your bad days.”

And I couldn’t help but think about this throughout my day. I read a similar quote a few weeks back that I wrote on a piece of paper to remind me of my gratitude.

“No matter how good or bad you think life is, wake up each day and be thankful for life. Someone somewhere else is fighting to survive.”

I try as much as possible to be an optimist. I find that people will often go to me for advice and ask me how I stay so positive regardless of how “hard” things may be going on in my life. And my answer is simple. Things could be worse.

I think the number one rule to being an optimist and to never accept that you have gone rock bottom. You need to tell yourself that things are not as bad as they could have gone. It isn’t the easiest thing to do, especially when you find yourself really struggling to get through the day… but you should always remind yourself that some people have it much worse.

I find myself very very blessed Alhamdulilaah. I feel guilty when I find myself complaining because I know I have no reason to be complaining. I live at home and my family and siblings support me. I have the right to stand up for myself and voice my own opinions. I live in a home with warmth. I have water. I have food. What more could you ask for? I have great friends, a close family, and a supportive husband. Sure… maybe there are things in my life that I wish I could change but I tell myself everyday that I am so fortunate to have what I have right now.

So be thankful. Have gratitude. Its so cliché, but yes… count your blessings. Because I can assure you you have so many that you might not consider a blessing. There are people out there suffering while you complain about things they would love to have.

No matter how good or bad you think life is, wake up each day and be thankful for life.

Life is so much more beautiful than it seems. All it takes is a different perspective to see all the things there is to be thankful for.


good days, and bad days

i catch myself thinking about you, about the good times we had. funny I thought we would have last.

there are days where i don’t think of you at all, im happy and im doing just fine, those are my good days. there are times where i think of the happy moments we had with each other, the laughs, the jokes and smiles, the love. those happen on good days too.

but, then there are days where i can’t get out of bed. the days where my body and heart craves for your affection that i know that i wont get. the days where we lock eyes passing by each other - where our love flashes through my eyes, maybe yours too. those are my bad days. i miss you, and the love and attention we gave each other. it’s not the same when other people do it to me now, you and— we were different, we were supposed to last. but on those bad days i remember the love we shared and the good times we spent with each other and i smile.
though i miss you like hell, and there are days where i hate knowing that you’re living; i love you, and i love the beautiful memories we had with each other.

- @fortheloversoutthere // fan submission #3

30 days of robron ★ Day 11: Favourite quote about them but not by either of them

‘’You know, Robert really does care about him. I know he’s your brother Vic, but he’s bad news when it comes to Aaron. You can’t stop them being together if that’s what they want. I’ll give it a damn good go, cause I’m not having my boy getting hurt again. But you never know, if they’re not sneaking around, they might actually be happy.’’

What Is The #MomentOfWeaknessProject?

This is a project for fangirls to join together. We are a band of girls/boys/non binary people who need some love from those we love. We all have a moment where we need to hear someone tell us we are great, amazing, beautiful no matter what. I want this to be a loving outlet for this during a moment of weakness.

Why Was The Project Created?

I’m gonna quote Hannah Montana here “Everybody makes mistakes, Everybody has those days.” Good lord I’m a dork. 

Anyway, this project was created because I was having a bad day. I was feeling down about myself. I imagined Bucky Barnes coming up to me, kissing me all over, and telling me I was still perfect for all my imperfections. I was someone important to him. I know it sounds deluded, but it makes me feel better.

I then thought, I know other people get upset over their problems. It’s human nature. While I can’t cater to everyone, I can cater to the Standom. I can get other writers on board to help too. Maybe a Chris Evans writer, Tom Hiddleston writer, Avengers…The list is truly never ending. The point is, I created this to help a community. I’m pretty sure I’m the only one loving this idea, but I’m riding on it until the end.

Will You Recruit Other Writers? 

HELL YES. If you’re a writer/blogger and want to join this project, PLEASE message me. We can work it out (Beatles Reference). I want this to help everyone. Help as many people with as many insecurities as freaking possible.

Are There Any Things You Won’t Accept?

Nope. Everyone needs love for something. I love you for you, and I want you to know anyone will love you. 

How Do I Contribute?

Sending requests, recruiting others, and many other things. If you have something to add to the project, please tag it so everyone can see! Just use the hashtag, and we will be good to go! Anyone can do it!!!

[things you can do]

I’m Not A Writer. Can I Still Participate?

What, yeah! You don’t have to be a writer to help. You can make encouraging gif sets, art, or even post about what makes you happy on a sad day.

Does It Have To Be New Content?

Nope. Have something old you made that fits? Just tag it with #MomentOfWeaknessProject and let others enjoy it.

Is NSFW Content Okay?

Yes, but PLEASE tag it and make sure to hide it under a ‘keep reading’ button. I don’t want people freaking out.

Masterlist Of Works

You will try to do things right and fall miserably at your own feet.
I can’t answer the questions you need to ask the universe but I will tell you that sometimes
bad things happen to good people and there’s not much I know about how or why these things work the way they do.
For all that it matters,
I believe in all the goodness you’re capable of;
even on the days you believe you’re the villain.
On days you think you can’t carry yourself
I will not tell you I will carry you, because I don’t think I can carry the weight of another.
I will hold you until you feel better and until the world dissolves beneath your feet.
I will love you awfully softly.
There will be no grand gestures of romance,
but I promise you
I will not tear your skin and expect you to lay in a bloody mess so I can see the inside of your heart.
I’ll hold you till you unhinge your heart,
one chamber at a time.
I’ll make room for all the secrets that come flowing and for all the stories that have never been told before.
I will not be anything less than the taste of safety dangling at the tip your tongue.

-I’ll call this one ‘safety’.