- @ka_waltz ⇢ they will hook me up to a polygraph and ask me if I love you and I will say no but the needle will jump and sputter exactly how you laugh
- all is not forgotten ⇢ how is it we can do those things, things that feel permanent, like even if the relationship ended, those feelings would still be there? it makes me not believe in anything, in any feeling, in any profession, in any love at all. it's all just bullshit. just hormones and lust and needs and filling people's gaps, the holes in their souls. we all just use each other, don't we? nothing is what it seems.
- crush ⇢ and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn’t do, because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.
- donnie darko ⇢ some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.
- gone girl ⇢ i don't know that we are actually human at this point, those of us who are like most of us, those of us who grew up with TV and movies and now the internet. if we are betrayed we know the words to say; when a loved one dies we know the words to say. if we want to play the stud or the smart-ass or the fool, we know the words to say. we are all working from the same dog-eared script. it's a very difficult era in which to be a person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters. and if all of us are play-acting, there can be no such thing as a soul-mate, because we don't have genuine souls. it had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because i'm not a real person and neither is anyone else.
- love & misadventure ⇢ slowly i am withering- a flower deprived of sun; longing to belong to- somewhere or someone.
- love & misadventure ⇢ there is a love i reminisce, like a seed i've never sown. of lips that i am yet to kiss, and eyes not met my own. hands that wrap around my wrists, and arms that feel like home. i wonder how it is i miss, these things i've never known.
- män som hatar kvinnor ⇢ whatever it is you've been through - you don't have to tell me. i'm just glad you're here.
- pink tape ⇢ i am seized by desire. i hide behind my back and postpone all answers.
- raw with love ⇢ i will remember the kisses; our lips raw with love; and how you gave me; everything you had; and how I; offered you what was left of me,
- romeo and juliet ⇢ give me my romeo and when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night
- the bell jar ⇢ i couldn’t get myself to react. (i felt very still and very empty)
- the body ⇢ the most important things are the hardest to say. they are the things you get ashamed of, because words diminish them -- words shrink things that seemed limitless when they were in your head to no more than living size when they're brought out. but it's more than that, isn't it? the most important things lie too close to wherever your secret heart is buried, like landmarks to a treasure your enemies would love to steal away. and you may make revelations that cost you dearly only to have people look at you in a funny way, not understanding what you've said at all, or why you thought it was so important that you almost cried while you were saying it. that's the worst, i think. when the secret stays locked within not for want of a teller but for want of an understanding ear.
- the raven king ⇢ nothing comes from nothing comes from nothing [...] the head is too wise. the heart is all fire
- the seafarer ⇢ this tale is true, and mine
- the universe of us ⇢ i know you were born with your heart already broken, but the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole
- the weight after water ⇢ if the stars were shining before we came to be, why should we not become like stars and live forever?
- troy ⇢ the gods envy us. they envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now, and we will never be here again.
- we found love ⇢ it's like screaming and no one can hear. you almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important - that without them, you feel like nothing. no one will ever understand how much it hurts. you feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. and when it's over, and it's gone, you almost wish that you could have all that bad stuff back, so that you could have the good.
feb 23 2015 ∞
apr 10 2024 +