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dec 15 2013 + these days i’m literally going out of my mind. i sit in class and try to focus and all i see is you. you’re everywhere; in my head, on the board, in my notes and physically 3 seats away. it sounds cliché; you are so close, but so far away at the same time. sometimes just thinking about it makes me feel sick to my stomach. i can’t sleep. i can’t study. i can’t do anything without thinking about you. the truth is, i think that you are the first person that i’ve ever liked. liked more than a passing crush. someone i could actually see myself with. dec 7 2013 ∞
dec 8 2013 + Last night, you came to me in my dreams again, forever haunting them. I recall waking up to a pain so severe I thought my life maybe coming to an end. I recall that the pain was in no way physical, but it was so real that it was as if a banshee’s scream wailing in absolute sorrow had manifested at the thought of the loss that I had no control over… I recall that the first thing I did was sit up in bed holding my chest, looking to my friend in the morning and uttering your name in a very shallow voice as I was out of breath. This was followed by “I had the worst dream ever” and I dare call it a dream and not a nightmare, as there was nothing gruesome or horrific about it, after all it had you in it…how could it possibly be? In complete honesty I remember nothing from it, I could perfectly remember it in the morning, but it is as if I was in so m... dec 7 2013 ∞
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nov 28 2013 + ive hid the card and all its tatters (the remnants of a broken heart? At this point I don't know who's anymore) in between my shoeboxes. (this isn't even a metaphor i'm being quite literal here) I'm sorry for hurting you i really am nov 28 2013 ∞
dec 2 2013 + almost everything can sound like a metaphor if you think about it a certain way. even in the "real world," most people are full of shit. not everyone is as impressionable as me. things are rarely as big a deal as people make them out to be. we are all only human. feelings are complex and not meant to be expressed in words. nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + - there is no such thing as ordinary - be ugly - "All I want now is to look at life. You may come and look at it with me, if you care to." —Oscar Wilde - "勇敢才能快樂" - be-sweater all the things - remember we are all human - do things that make you happy - just say no to shit - be-freckle all the things - "A cyborg world might be about lived social and bodily realities in which people are not afraid of their joint kinship with animals and machines, not afraid of permanently partial identities and contradictory standpoints." —Donna Haraway, "The Cyborg Manifesto" nov 27 2013 ∞
dec 6 2013 + Twitch - Ideas Diane Young - Vampire Weekend Come On Eileen I Always Knew - The Vaccines Spring Tide Home Get Home - Bastille Home - Daughter Smother Smother - Daughter Flesh and Bone - Keaton Henson Reckless Lost Love Small Hands - Keaton Henson Flaws (acoustic version) - Bastille Broken Horse - Freelance Whales Insomnia I Love You, Sleepyhead - Lanterns on the Lake Overjoyed - Bastille Asleep - The Smiths Youth Youth - Daughter Friends Make Garbage - Low Roar Snowship - Benjamin Francis Leftwich nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “If watching is all you’re going to do, then you’re going to watch your life go by without you.” – Laverne, The Hunchback of Notre Dame nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “Ask her if she still keeps all her kings in the back row.” ― J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + "Every day I discover more and more beautiful things. It’s enough to drive one mad. I have such a desire to do everything, my head is bursting with it." - Claude Monet nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “Yesterday, I ate a pomegranate with my bare hands. One of the seeds had a perfect puncture wound, spitting red juice up my arm. For a moment, I could understand the grace in monsters.” — Benjamin Clime, Pomegranate I. nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + Hal: Well let's say... let's say since you were little, and you've always dreamed of someday getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait and the lion doesn't come. Then along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe. Oliver: I'd wait for the lion. Hal: That's why I worry about you. nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “there’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.” - kamenashi kazuya, gq interview 2011 "you're a mess, lucas scott, but you're my mess." - peyton sawyer, one tree hill "what and if are two words that can be non-threatening but when you put them side by side, it can haunt you forever. what if? what if? you need only the courage to follow your heart. i don't know what a love like juliet feels like; love to leave loved ones for, love to cross oceans for. but i'd like to believe that if i were to ever feel it, i would have the courage to seize it. and if you didn't, i hope that one day you will." - letters to juliet "would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? stop thinking about what i want, what he wants, what your parents want.... nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + •a body part, i'd be: a collar bone. •a car, i'd be: a yellow bug. •a city, i'd be: melrose or west hollywood. •a colour, i'd be: grey •a day of the week, i'd be: sunday. •a dessert, i'd be: molten chocolate lava cake •a drink, i'd be: steaming green tea •a fabric, i'd be: cotton •a facial expression, i'd be: a fake smile •a feeling, i'd be: true 100% happiness •a flower, i'd be: a daisy •a Flower: daisy; •a fruit, i'd be: an apple •a meal, i'd be: vegetable soup in a mug •a month, i'd be: april. •a musician, I'd be: SoKo or Keaton Henson. nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 28 2013 + "You spurn my natural emotions. You make me feel I'm dirt, and I'm hurt. And if I start a commotion, I run the risk of losing you, and that's worse." (Ever fallen in love) "Ever fallen in love? In love with someone you shouldn't've fallen in love with" (Ever fallen in love) "I can't see much of a future unless we find out what's to blame, what a shame. And we won't be together much longer unless we realize that we are the same." (Ever fallen in love) •Muse - The resistance "Another promise, another seed, Anothe packaged lie to keep us trapped in greed" (Uprising) "Rise up and take the power back, It's time the fat cats had a heart attack" (Uprising) "Will they find our hiding place, Is this our last embrace, Or will the walls star... nov 27 2013 ∞
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nov 27 2013 + my stress and anxiety is the mix of pastel colors and it all tastes like sucrose and fructose with a hint of bitter disappointment and absent parents who have left me dry as well as a fear of being touched by adults. tbh i am just a clown and all these words aren’t even real also i am a mime i talk with my hands and fuck with my mouth nov 26 2013 ∞
dec 4 2013 + •If I was a month I'd be April. •If I was a day of the week I'd be . •If I was a time of day I'd be dusk. •If I was a direction I'd be southwest . •If I was a sin I'd be envy. •If I was a planet I'd be Mars . •If I was a gemstone I'd be opal. •If I was a bird I'd be a cardinal. •If I was a flower I'd be lavendar . •If I was a kind of weather I'd be spring rain. •If I was a fruit I'd be a raspberry. •If I was an emotion I'd be . •If I was a sound I'd be a bell. •If I was a car I'd be a camaro. •If I was a taste I'd be sweet. •If I was a place I'd be France. nov 26 2013 ∞
nov 28 2013 + I wish I knew what was wrong. I don’t wish out of a simple curiosity or a desire to know but rather so I could help you. I don’t know what to believe anymore. 4 A.M. And you were at my door, with so many secrets to tell me. You told me everything, how you hated who you were, how you wished you could change, and everything wrong you’ve done. All I could see was guilt on your face, sadness, and I truly do not believe you were lying, just like I believe you really weren’t all that drunk, you’re just using that as an excuse. I believe you hate yourself. This is why you do what you do. This is why you’ve been partying so much, coming home everyday drunk, missing school, dropping classes, and denying everything you said to me. I know you remember what you said. You told me how you felt about me, how you really felt, and you felt it for a while. It took me by surprise after everything... nov 25 2013 ∞
dec 2 2013 + August 15, 1846 I will cover you with love when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports… When you are old, I want you to recall those few hours, I want your dry bones to quiver with joy when you think of them. (Gustave Flaubert to Louise Colet) nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 25 2013 + You texted me last night because you were upset that your new girlfriend treats you badly. You said you wish it was easy like it was with us. You even said, “Someday.” You always used to say that. But ‘someday’ will never come for us. Just as ‘forever and always’ ended. We talked for hours, but like I predicted, I didn’t hear from you today. It’s been a year since you left and yet you still have a hold on my heart. But this time, I’m taking it back. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + IX. everytime i see you walking in a crowd of people, i don’t see anyone else but you – even if what you’re wearing that day is a very ugly shirt. even if i pass by and pretend to be too stoned to notice you, i really am very happy to see you. my friends say that you’re really no good for me at all, but there’s something about you that makes me all strange and giddy inside. i lay in the grass at midnight and think about how you made a complete humiliation of yourself in front of everyone last year. or, i think about all those times that you were a complete idiot, and the fact that even when you try your hardest, you let me down sometimes. i think about all these things and smile. you are a human, and i love the fact that you make me feel infinite. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + V. the night after we first spoke, i went outside and wished on the brightest star that all my happiness could be given to you so that you could feel better. i know you think wishing on stars is cliched and naive. but that’s me. in fact, i am so naive that i like to imagine that you still think about me now, three years later. i like to think that you sometimes wonder about me, sometimes wish you could tell me secrets and tell me jokes like you used to. but even if you don’t, even if i was nothing but a blip on the grand radar of your beautiful life, that’s okay. you taught me more about myself than any other person, and in return i can only hope that you know how much i will always love you. i wish, still, after all this time, that you’re the happiest person on the planet. i wish for you love, joy and hope. not because you gave me those things. but ... nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + I. the first time i met you my stomach was lifted into my throat by one million butterflies & i nearly lost my shit. you caught me joking about what i would do to you if i got you alone & you laughed. i caught you watching me & laughed as well. that smile, i want to suck the enamel off your teeth some late night as we watch the city come alive. i want to watch the sunrise from balconies with you after a night spent discussing politics. i want to get under your skin. i want to listen & absorb your idea’s/ideals. i want to study the geography of your body. i want to start a revolution with you. i want to write secret notes on your back as you sleep next to me. but what i really want is to tell you that regardless of everything, i love you. even if you never love me back… i love you. i hope that when you’re laying in bed after a night spent in some distant state or country, watching te... nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + XVII. I still write to you everyday in my head. I imagine that letter just dropped in the mailbox is from you – i can see your handwriting. I still lie awake at night and remember my fingers on your stubbly face in the dark. You gave me a reason. You filled be up with a passion so much that it overflowed my eyesockets and shone in pools on the floor. I knew you were something, but I still dont know what. But I know that you changed me, I will never be the same because I love you now. I will always love you. I think that makes me a traitor and a liar and a cheat, but I still love you anyway. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + •If I were a month, I'd be June •If I were a day of the week, I'd be Thursday •If I were a time of day, I'd be sunrise •If I were a planet, I'd be Jupiter •If I were a sea animal, I'd be a narwhale •If I were a direction, I'd be west •If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be a "wall bookshelf" •If I were a sin, I'd be jealousy •If I were a historical figure, I'd be Scout Finch •If I were a liquid, I'd be mercury •If I were a gemstone, I'd be a sapphire •If I were a tree, I'd be an oak •If I were a bird, I'd be an osprey •If I were a tool, I’d be a swiss army knife •If I were a flower, I'd be a pressed r... nov 24 2013 ∞
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nov 23 2013 + Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? Edgar Allan Poe nov 21 2013 ∞
nov 21 2013 + •Let's get out tonight--you've got the fire, I've got the fight in my young blood. Let's light up the dark--you've got the fuel, I've got the spark... nov 21 2013 ∞
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dec 15 2013 + A "through-the-years" of my life - only instead of picking out the people and events that have effected me and contributed directly in the making of the strong, flawless man you see before you today, this is a timeline listing incidents and events which had no effect or bearing on my life whatsoever but still pop up in my memory from time to time, begging for attention and acknowledgement. If these things were not in my life and they hadn't occurred absolutely nothing would change. dec 15 2013 ∞
dec 15 2013 + I can’t conceive of you. I’ve tried and keep trying. I want to believe that you’re me without a concept, that you’re devoid of conceptualization. It scares me to consider this, but it’s a strangely pleasurable fear, a kind of shoddy, simulacral sublime, generated by my own romantic inclinations. It has no concrete relationship with this absence of certainty about who and what you could actually be. dec 7 2013 ∞
dec 8 2013 + please. I know ican be a better person for you. I'll stop drinking and fucking up my guts, I swear. Just let me love you. dec 6 2013 ∞
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Actually, I just imagine it as the soundtrack for Roose/Robb.
YOU CAN MOST DEFINITELY SEPARATE ATOMS FROM ONE ANOTHER. And with a little headhunting, you can even separate an atom.
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― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone
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dec 3 2013 + This blog is dedicated to the runaways. The dubstep generation. The unfortunate secondhand smokers. The barely legals. The future adults.The teen faeries. The grammar nazis. The fuck police. The forever alones. The misfits. The judgmental hypocrites. The giggling pariahs. The teeny boppers. The insanely spirited rebels. The underaged with fake passes. The uninviteds. The pseudosluts and pretend virgins. The out crowd. The wrongly accused. The deprived. The youth. The ones who try to outlive death. The relationshit couples. The almost suicidals. dec 1 2013 ∞
dec 1 2013 + i wanna crawl back to you and your bed. into those sheets that fumble inbetween our intertwined legs. it’s a mess, everything’s a mess. but you fit my pieces to a t. you’re the big spoon, i’m the little spoon. you say the nastiest things in bed and it’s fuckin awesome. and no one is ever the wiser about your mischiefs. and i love how i know you inside out and i can keep it all to myself. it’s so goddamn hard to stay away and do the lesser evil thing. but staying true is so much harder. there was never a day i didnt pretend i could just screw everything and everyone else and carpe the fucking diem. there was never a night i listened intently if the car that pulls over in front is yours, and you would be at my front door in the wee hours at night. your scent is stuck in my manchester and i am so torn about changing and washing them. and even if i give in to washing it away, you a... dec 1 2013 ∞
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nov 28 2013 + I just want to be young again. There used to be a fence and I used to be able to fit in between the cracks and run for an endless amount of time, a procession of moments, along green grass and large pipes an security cameras and some strange buildings. I had no idea where I was and that added to the beauty of it. It had the sheen of a young adult novel,a fairytale, so what. These things lose their spark when you acquire a map. I don't want to grow up. It's too late. nov 28 2013 ∞
nov 28 2013 + I was hoping that one day I'd have a chance to tell you about the moths. I thought I'd be able to press you open like I used to do with flowers, thumbing the petals, running fingers up the scale of leaves. it's almost funny how acquainted I've become with the delicate. I've twirled smile lines around the tips of my fingers. I've held the redness of an apple and sank my teeth into the wholeness. nov 28 2013 ∞
nov 28 2013 + aka: chapters of my life a noise like silence we are small somehow happiness the first time she knew the word 'plaintive' let's be beautiful together the world is a cold dark wood scare tactics what is 'different' as if she knew the meaning of fear dilemmas of the can-never-grow-up girls small changes i must have been asleep for days qualifications sometimes i still what can i do i can do it after all the reluctant optimist nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + Sarah Minor - Keaton Henson Small Hands - Keaton Henson Showship - Benjamin Francis Leftwich (be careful what you wish for when you'ew young) Broken Horse - Freelance Whales Flowers Bloom - High highs Happy She's Got You - Cosmo Jarvis nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “And so I learned what solitude really was. It was raw material - awesome, malleable, older than men or words or water. And it was merciless - for it let a man become precisely what he alone made of himself.” ― David James Duncan, The River Why nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 28 2013 + "Treat everyone you meet as if they were going to be dead by midnight." nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + "And even if we never talk again, please remember that I'm forever changed by who you are and what you meant to me." - Chasing Amy nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “Your body is the house you grew up in. How dare you try to burn it to the ground.” — Sierra DeMulder nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + "I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people's eyes when they realize they're in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they've forgotten they surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favourite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honestly, it's just too beautiful to ever put into words." nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + •Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of genius. Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. - Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart •In the arts, as in life, everything is possible provided it is based on love. - Marc Chagall •Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish. - Anne Morrow Lindbergh •When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace. - Jimi Hendrix •Every moment is made glorious by the light of love. - Rumi •I still believe that love is all you need. I don't know a better message than that. - Paul McCartney •Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame. - Henry David Thoreau •Love is life. And if you miss love, yo... nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + ♡ Fantasy, enchantment, dreams, myths, spiritual beings, angels, fairies are all concepts which fill the Lavenders' mind. Lavenders tend to live in a fantasy world. They prefer to spend their time out of their bodies, where life is pretty and enchanting. It is challenging for these airy beings to live in three-dimensional reality. ♡ Lavenders prefer imaginary pictures of the world, seeing butterflies, flowers and wood nymphs rather than dirt, concrete and large cities. Physical reality seems cold and harsh to them. These sensitive creatures are fragile and frail, and their physical appearance is often weak and pale. ♡ Lavenders' skin is often alabaster white because they don't like being outdoors, unless it is to be gently surrounded by beautiful flowers and gardens. These child-like personalities are sensitive and ... nov 27 2013 ∞
jan 31 2014 + •Charles Bukowski - pulp “It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.” “‘But he said he was going to kill you, didn’t you hear him?’ ‘He probably didn’t mean it.’ “I mean, say that you figure that everything is senseless, then it can't be quite senseless because you are aware that it's senseless and your awareness of senselessness almost gives it sense. You know what I mean?” •Dostojevskij-Crime and punishment “Man has it all in his hands, and it all slips through his fingers from sheer cowardice.” “Do you understand, sir, do you understand what it means when you have absolutely nowhere to turn?" nov 27 2013 ∞
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dec 20 2014 + I didn't have a nightmare but I'm really sad right now and I figured that I could text you and that would be okay. Is it okay? I just. Like. I don't really have people to text and after the call offer.. I figured you wouldn't mind. nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + •"Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of your time." - Ione Skye •"Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask what's for lunch." - Orson Welles •"Boredom causes insanity." - •"I don't believe in an afterlife, so I don't have to spend my whole life fearing hell, or fearing heaven even more. For whatever the tortures of hell, I think the boredom of heaven would be even worse." - Isaac Asimov •"I find your lack of faith disturbing." - Darth Vader •"I never think of the future. It comes soon enough." - Albert Einstein •"If it bleeds, we can kill it." - Jesse Ventura •"If you only dream when you're asleep, then when you're awake, there's still nothing there." - Ione Skye nov 26 2013 ∞
nov 26 2013 + a person at the gym asked me "what are you working on today?" i thought i’d say "my emotional stability" but just “back and biceps” nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 25 2013 + Yes Marquis - I will keep my word with you, and upon all occasion shall speak the truth, though I sometimes tell it at my own expense. I have more firmness of mind than perhaps you may imagine, and ‘tis very probable that in the course of this correspondence, you will think I push this quality too far, even to severity. But then, please to remember that I have only the outside of a woman, and that my heart and mind are wholly masculine… Shall I tell you what makes love so dangerous? ‘Tis the too high idea we are apt to form it. But to speak the truth, love, considered as passion, is merely a blind instinct, that we should rate accordingly. It is an appetite, which inclines us to one object, rather than another, without our being able to account for our taste. Considered as a bond of friendship, where reason presides, it is no longer a pa... nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 25 2013 + I am so lucky to wake up to you every morning. No matter how my day is, I know that as soon rest my head on your chest at night, that everything will be okay. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + “Nothing compares to your hands, nothing like the green-gold of your eyes. My body is filled with you for days and days. You are the mirror of the night. The violent flash of lightning. The dampness of the earth. The hollow of your armpits is my shelter. My fingers touch your blood. All my joy is to feel life spring from your flower-fountain that mine keeps to fill all the paths of my nerves which are yours.” - Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 25 2013 + VI. i am writing to you to let you know, i have loved you for a very long time. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + II. the first time i met you your nervous laugh made me nervous. you made me feel as though there was nothing i could say that could articulate the waves in my stomach. i was taken back by your smile & the words you spoke. you’re beautiful & it radiates from inside you. i love you & i hope i get the chance to tell you. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + You are really an inspiration to me. You’re my sun, my moon, my stars and the ground beneath my feet. I’m so glad we’re together. You take me for drives to look out’s just so we can see the city and night and drink hot chocolate. You’re my everything. I love you with every part of my body. I even love your elbows and elbows are gross! I love you! I know I'm dragging this out but I don't really have words for how much I love you and I know saying it more makes it mean less but I do! I do! I do! I really really love you. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + "you taste like the clouds, because whenever i'm with you, I'm flying." "Wow I could go for some hot lesbian sex right now" "Really hungry and also really horny...what to do?" "I wish someone were here to love me, to write me a letter to save me." "I can't believe Americans don't have maltesers, how do they live?" nov 24 2013 ∞
jan 24 2014 + •Just remember, when you think you're free/ the crack inside your fucking heart is me (Marilyn Manson, "Speed of Pain") •Grey would be the color, if I had a heart (NIN, "Something I can Never Have") •In the end, all you can hope for is the love you felt to equal the pain you've gone through (Editors, "Bones") •Last night I dreamt That somebody loved me/ No hope, but no harm Just another false alarm (The Smiths, "Last night I dreamt That somebody loved me") •I watched a film to change my feelings/ Strong enough to bear a burden. If everyone became this sensitive I wouldn't have to be so sensitive (Maximo Park, "Our Velocity") •Don't be afraid of anything, don't be ... nov 24 2013 ∞
nov 24 2013 + •pink juice •pink lemonade •diet coke •barcelona hot chocolate •vanilla coffee •orange and mango juice •innocent smoothies •things with rose in •things with raspberries in •any smoothies without vegetables in •water •fizzy water •orange squash •root beer •coke float •diet orange soda •peach juice •soup nov 24 2013 ∞
nov 24 2013 + and it's the darkest side of my heart that dies when you come to me. It's the golden ticket I win when you kill my enemies. nov 23 2013 ∞
nov 23 2013 + Ailurophile - A cat-lover. Assemblage - A gathering. Becoming - Attractive. Beleaguer - To exhaust with attacks. Brood - To think alone. Bucolic - In a lovely rural setting. Bungalow - A small, cozy cottage. Chatoyant - Like a cat's eye. Comely - Attractive. Conflate - To blend together. Cynosure - A focal point of admiration. Dalliance - A brief love affair. Demesne - Dominion, territory. Demure - Shy and reserved. Denouement - The resolution of a mystery. Desuetude - Disuse. Desultory - Slow, sluggish. Diaphanous - Filmy. Dissemble - Deceive. Dulcet - Sweet, sugary. Ebullience - Bubbling enthusiasm. nov 23 2013 ∞
nov 24 2013 + I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to see... nov 21 2013 ∞
nov 21 2013 + Annabel Lee It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingd... nov 21 2013 ∞
nov 21 2013 + "Why do others always say that two people of the same gender can’t love one another? he sighed. I don’t have a clue, replied the second boy, But what I do know is that I want you more than anything I’ve ever seen, tasted, held, or felt in this world, and that has to count for something. I love the way you bite your lips when you’re nervous, how you always hold your dinner plate with both hands, the curve of your back. I hate the smell of those nasty old cigarettes you always smoke; I despise the sound of your cough and the scratchy feel of the wollen sweaters you wear when you’re sick, but I’d never change a damn thing about you. You’re all I want; you’re all I need. And if that’s not love, then I don’t know what is." - Fragment 98 'Where do all the unsaid I love you’s in the world go? she inquired. And the second girl replied, Perhaps they float in s... nov 21 2013 ∞
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dec 8 2013 + The highest rate of suicide is found in the bisexual community. I used hate myself a lot for not being able to choose a side.(sometimes I still do (Why can't I just be gay? Why can't I just be straight?)) I like boys and girls. It's so hard dec 6 2013 ∞
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nov 28 2013 + I'm sorry but I know you're not. I'll lock up all the words we've ever exchanged in a little black box. No matter the case, I'm so very happy that you're happy. It touches my soul to see you smile. I know the endless ribbons of smugness lodged inside of it but I also know there's selflessness in it too. I wish you the best. I can't say I miss you because I'm not too sure of that any more. But I hope you're happy and that you stay happy and that everything turns out all right. nov 28 2013 ∞
dec 2 2013 + don't you even dare you fucking piece of shit all it ever was about was you. I've stitched along the edge of all four chambers and for the first time let a living breathing human being see the glint of darkness I hold under my tongue I bound your bandages and wrapped your wounds (and didn't even get the slightest of acknowledgment) and repeated the prettiest of sentiments, extracted deep from within, like a fucking mantra, over and fucking over again. The only consolation I received was a clouded mind and bruises and I'm done with all this pathetic shit leave me alone I thought this was over god damn it you got what you wanted nov 28 2013 ∞
dec 2 2013 + - the miracle of zoloft - french toast with berries - friends - running water - barley - sheep - REALLY GOOD WRITERS - soft and sweet animals - febreze - gingerbread - spiced apple cider - the phenomenon of naps nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 28 2013 + 1904 - The Tallest Man on Earth Patient Love (Acoustic) - Passenger I Always Knew - The Vaccines She's Got You - Cosmo Jarvis (?) nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold-hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.” •“How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.” •"You act like it's you against the world, but really it's just you against yourself." •"The one thing that doesn't abide by majority rule is a person's conscience." •"You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view... Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it." •"People who believe they’ll be happy if they go and live somewhere else, learn it doesn’t work that way. Wherever you go, you take yourself with you." •"Find what you love and let it kill you." •"A maior dor do vento é não ser colo... nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “Everything you can imagine is real.” ― Pablo Picasso nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + "I always wonder why Birds stay In the same place When they can fly Anywhere on the earth. Then I ask myself The same question." - Harun Yahya nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.” — F. Scott Fitzgerald nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + “She held his cheeks as She said, ‘There are no gates to heaven. There are no doors to happiness. Go forth and love like a choir of mirrors. There is no collar on the beast of sadness, but it does not hunt for you. My darling, wake up. Wake up. It’s morning.’” — from “The Genius Falls Asleep in Church”, by Sierra DeMulder nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + "What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When someone loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real." "Does it hurt?" asked the Rabbit. "Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don't mind being hurt." "Does it happen all at once, like being wound up," he asked, "or bit by bit?" "It doesn't happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept... nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + "you have your whole life ahead of you. don't be afraid to make mistakes. a lot of times what feels like a mistake in the moment, one year, two years, ten years later, turns out not to have been a mistake at all" - A field guide for Heartbreakers "he did like you - he's just messed up. Just because a relationship doesn't work doesn't mean it's your fault. it's not always about you. sometimes it's about them. if somebody is broken, that person isn't capable of adequately accepting or returning love." - A field guide for Heartbreakers "If people were like rain, then I was like drizzle and she was a hurricane." - Looking for Alaska "What is an "instant" death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs c... nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + •Depeche mode - Never let me down again •Muse - Map of the problematique •Kaizers Orchestra - Dieter meyers inst. •Depeche mode - Personal Jesus •Kaizers Orchestra - Bris •Duran Duran - Girl panic! •The Cure - Let's go to bed •The Cure - Friday I'm in love •Hüsker dü - Ice cold ice •Pixies - Where is my mind •White stripes - Fell in love with a girl •White stripes - seven nation army •Sonic youth - Dirty boots •Muse - Starlight •Kaizers orchestra - Resistansen •Kaizers orchestra - ompa til du dør •Iggy and the stooges - Search and destroy •Dumdum boys - sorgenfri nov 27 2013 ∞
nov 27 2013 + RED AURA COLOR MEANING: Relates to the physical body, hart or circulation.The densest color, it creates the most friction. Friction attracts or repels; money worries or obsessions; anger or unforgiveness; anxiety or nervousness Deep Red: Grounded, realistic, active, strong will-power, survival-oriented. Muddied red: Anger (repelling) Clear red: Powerful, energetic, competitive, sexual, passionate Pink-bright and light: Loving, tender, sensitive, sensual, artistic, affection, purity, compassion;new or revieved romantic relationship. Can indicate clairaudience. Dark and murky pink: Immature and/or dishonest nature Orange Red: Confidence, creative power In a good, bright and pure state, red energy can serve as a healthy ego. ORANGE AURA COLOR: Relates to reproductiv... nov 27 2013 ∞
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nov 28 2013 + •In a tree •In a hammock •Beneath a tree on a warm (but not too warm) day •In a tepee beneath the stars •In a fore-poster bed with deeply coloured bed clothes and gauzy hangings •With your head in someones lap •In a tent in your room •In a fort nov 26 2013 ∞
nov 26 2013 + •Barely Legal, Real Estate •Baseball, But Better, Say Anything •Boats & Birds, Gregory and the Hawk •Constant Headache, Joyce Manor •Falling For You, Weezer •Father, The Front Bottoms •Hero, Regina Spektor •Home, Edward Sharpe & the Magnetic Zeroes •Honey Bee, Seahaven •How Do I Tell a Girl I Want to Kiss Her? Brendan Lukens •I Don't Mind, Defeater •I Miss You, Blink 182 •I Walk the Line, Johnny Cash •I Wasn't Prepared, Eisley •In the Aeroplane Over the Sea, Neutral Milk Hotel •It's Cold Out Here, Modern Baseball •Jim Bogart, The Front Bottoms •Little Light, Perma •Moshi Moshi (Cover), Tigers Jaw nov 26 2013 ∞
nov 26 2013 + May 12, 1869 Out of the depths of my happy heart wells a great tide of love and prayer for this priceless treasure that is confided to my life-long keeping. You cannot see its intangible waves as they flow towards you, darling, but in these lines you will hear, as it were, the distant beating of the surf. (Mark Twain to Olivia Langdon) nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 25 2013 + But let me have this letter, containing nothing but your love; and tell me that you give me your lips, your hair, all that face that I have possessed, and tell me that we embrace - you and I! O God, O God, when I think of it, my throat closes, my sight is troubled; my knees fail, ah, it is horrible to die, it is also horrible to love like this! What longing, what longing I have for you! I beg you to let me have the letter I ask. I am dying. Farewell. (Alfred de Musset to Amantine Aurore) nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 25 2013 + I see it in your eyes. I see it in the way you hold back. I can see it. I can see that you have the ability to love me, but you won’t. I can see that you’re scared, because you see what happened with her, happen with me all over again. I’m you’re best friend, as was she, but I’m not her. I will never be her. I will never treat you the way she did. I’ll never let what happened with her, happen with us. I’ll never let you walk away from me. Never let us fall apart. I can see your fear of it, but it’s fear that shouldn’t even exist. It’s fear that I wish I could remove. I want a chance with the most amazing person I’ve ever met. You just have to be willing to let me in. I see through you, when you try to hide things. I’m in love with you. When will you realize that I tell that with my heart in it? When will you see that, when I say that, I put my life in it. I promise ... nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + VII. I want to move in with you. Because I feel sad when I’m not with you. I can’t sleep soundly when I’m not with you. I woke up the other morning and my shoulders were aching because you weren’t there to hold them straight with your arms around me. I don’t think you want me to live with you though. You don’t think we’ll have sex as often as we do, you think I’ll get bored of you, you think I’ll want you to entertain me all the time. But I wont. I want to be in the room next door to you and tap Morse Code against our wall when I can’t sleep. I want to slip long lover letters under your door. I want to make you coffee in the morning. I want to give you your mail and I want you to come to the shops with me every day to buy groceries. It’s not that I’m scared of being alone, or scared of being out of love. I’m just scared of not being with you, however that may be. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + IV. i sometimes write poems, and when i read them later, i realize they were about you. i sometimes look at the sky, and when i feel happy seeing a flock of geese or a bright red cardinal, i think of the elation and power and happiness you bring to me. i sometimes do the craziest shit, but i always wish you were there to see. i sometimes lie down in the river behind school in the spring, and while my blood cools under the pulsating light through the trees, in a place where wind has more force and penetration, i allow your being to enter my mind, and i let it seep out into the river. it travels through the water and towards the banks, and it is now embedded in trees and grass and flowers. you will always interest me, and therefore i will always love you. i will watch you button your shirt slowly and carefully, and that will be enough. i will see you smile when i tell a joke or say something... nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + I would be a coward and a liar if I said that I didn’t love you. Love is a frightening thing; it entails laying your heart on a cutting board, handing someone a knife, yet trusting that they won’t use it. Giving my love to you means giving you the power to hurt me more than anyone can or has ever had the ability to. It is then expected – no, required – that if you accept this love of mine, you understand these things. You must summon the courage to assume the responsibility of the precious gift you now hold. But somehow it seems incorrect to call my love a gift – you have earned every loving thought, every kind word, every caring gesture. ‘Giving’ love to you implies that you don’t deserve it, and that couldn’t be further from the truth. Love is the most valuable thing I have in this world and I wouldn’t just give it away. nov 25 2013 ∞
nov 29 2013 + •Kiss by kiss I cover your tiny infinity -Pablo Neruda, Carnal Apple, Woman Filled, Burning Moon •One night they fell asleep, side by side. He slept curled upon her back; a dark comma against her pale, elegant phrase. -A.S. Byatt, Possession •Poor little librarians of the world, those girls, secretly lovely, their looks marred forever by the cruelty of a pair of big dark eyeglasses! -Michael Chabon, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay •Men always want to be a woman’s first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man’s last romance. - Oscar Wilde •If a girl looks swell when she meets you, who gives a damn if she's late? Nobody." nov 24 2013 ∞
nov 25 2013 + •"We must see all scars as beauty. Okay? This will be our secret. Because take it from me, a scar does not form on the dying. A scar means, I survived." Anonymous •"No one laughs at God in a hospital, no one laughs at God in a war, no one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor, no one's laughing at God when the doctor calls, after some routine tests, no one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet" Regina Spektor (Laughing With) •"I know that I don't know" Socrates •"Scar tissue has no character. It’s not like skin. It doesn’t show age or illness or pallor or tan. It has no pores, no hair, no wrinkles. It’s like a slipcover. It shields and disguises what’s beneath. That’s why we grow it, we have something to hide." Susanna Kaysen nov 24 2013 ∞
nov 24 2013 + •I wish everyone would come home •I am scared of the dark sometimes •I love winter •I don't know why I argue with people so much but I wish I didn't •I am not very happy •I don't know if I wish I was old or I wish I was young •I never do anything that's any use •you can feel lonely anywhere •I hope twyford is nice •I really miss my friends •nowhere is home really •I feel nocturnal •snow nov 24 2013 ∞
nov 24 2013 + •"I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes." - Unknown •"I hate purity. I hate goodness. I don't want any virtue to exist anywhere. I want everyone to be corrupt to the bones." - George Orwell •"If I find in myself desires which nothing in this world can satisfy, the only logical explanation is that I was made for another world." - C. S. Lewis nov 23 2013 ∞
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nov 23 2013 + “and I’d like to get naked and into bed and be hot radiating heat from the inside these sweaters and fleeceys do nothing to keep out the out or keep my vitals in—some drafty body I’ve got leaking in and out in all directions I’d like to get naked into bed but hot on this early winter afternoon already dusky grim and not think of all the ways I’ve gone about the world and shown myself a fool, shame poking holes in my thinned carapace practically lacy and woefully feminine I’d like to get naked into bed and feel if not hot then weightless as I once was in the sensory deprivation tank in Madison, Wisconsin circa 1992 I paid money for that perfectly body-temperatured silent pitch dark tank to do what? play dead and not die? that was before email before children before I knew anything more than the deaths of a few loved ones which were poisoned nuts of swallowed grief but nothing ... nov 21 2013 ∞
dec 5 2013 + If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too: If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream---and not make dreams your master; If you can think---and not make thoughts your aim, If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same:. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, And stoop and build'em up with worn-out tools; If you can make one heap of all your winnings And risk it on one turn of pitch-and... nov 21 2013 ∞
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