March 2010
1 post
I do want to love you, who ever you are. and I...
February 2010
1 post
Today I can't find music. Today, the world has let...
I want to listen to music about something other than teenage heart break, and the boy with chocolate eyes who doesn’t notice you. I’m sick of songs about drinking, smoking, self-indulgence. I’m done with this month’s popstar-hipster claiming rites to the spotlight. It’s been ages since a hearing song has made my head beat faster, or sent tingles down my spine, or...
January 2010
2 posts
“When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most us, we...”
– henri nouwen (via quote-book) (via ifellinlovewiththeworldaroundme)
November 2009
2 posts
Let live.
i think its brilliant. life that is. keeps you on your toes, spinning in circles, and standing on your head. it has an immaculate way of always working out perfectly in exactly the opposite way that you wanted it to. your life knows who you are, but it is an illusion to you. you have no idea what it will throw at you next- but would you want to? what would be the point? what is the point, anyhow?...
She says...
you’re a masochist for falling for me, so roll up your sleeves.
October 2009
2 posts
“You sit there in your heartache, waiting on some beautiful boy to save you from...”
– The Killers
the cessation of desire.
whatever is subject to arising, is subject to ceasing; whatever we become, we will unbecome. I am me and you are you, and this too shall pass.
September 2009
18 posts
Wait.
They don’t love you like I love you.
19 today:)
…..where does the time go?
Black Heart
you bright sun. you darkest dirt; hardest paradox i ever learned. you’re tireless, and i tire quick. it’s the easy death of reason within my chest. I just need someone to lean on me
What if
i said what I was thinking, though i know that’d say too much. So I’ll just keep giving until I’ve given up, but you picked a fighter, and I don’t own a white flag.
“i’m dizzy from whatever we just passed around, tips to the tender for...”
– the afterparty
I am choosing
to be done. you brought me back in your life…but seemed to have no reason. you opened a whole new can of worms with no cause, and this time i won’t touch them. Its not up to me to bring you back, you have to do that yourself. I give up on you love; ball is in your court, and id hurry up and send it back before you find yourself playing alone.
Let these words
float from my lips, and hope that’s not all they are good for.
“He’s everyday I hope for.”
its doesnt matter
how many times i tell myself that i dont need you; that im better off without you; that i hate you. it doesnt matter how hard i try to forget you. nothing matters without you. i can lie to myself a thousand times, put on a smile for all my friends, repeat the phrase “i’m fine” until i turn blue in the face, it doesnt change a thing. its been eight months. eight. and where have i...
It's getting late now...
too late to call your name. but i wanted to. too late to say all the wonderful things i thought of you. but i thought of you. too far gone to say that i hated you. too far behind to admit that i never meant to. too late to try, but baby you had it all wrong; it was too soon for goodbye.
August 2009
20 posts
What does it mean
to be beautiful?
I am
supposed to be cleaning what i could once call my room. now the only appropriate name for it is the place of gigantic messes. however seeing as that is probably one of my least favourite tasks, i’ve decided to preoccupy my time on tumblr instead:) so, my family left me this morning to go to our family friends cottage…i was supposed to go but i decided to stay back last minute. Now im...
I don't understand
how you can be content with your life, just sitting. i sit in one place, by myself, and i feel suffocated. like someone has reached inside my chest and has started to squeeze my heart. its as if i need to be around others to distract myself from myself. is this a fear of being alone, or is this a form of self-hatred. i suppose the two could go hand in hand. id rather not believe that i hate...
There it is again;
that all too familiar feeling invading my chest. how do i fill such an empty place; why did i give you so much space. too much to fill, too much to fill.
Through clouded puddles they lurk;
and God is baking cakes inside our souls as we try to wipe the dirt off of our intentions.
“She’s just the doormat onto which he wipes the dirt off his ego. She keeps...”
Out there; somewhere.
I wish i knew what i’m looking for. I wish i knew what i want. I have this constant feeling of longing pounding its way around my chest. I want something more. I am missing something. something. anything. i hate these words sometimes. they are so nonspecific…they dont tell me what i want; just that there is a void needing to be filled. There’s a hole in my bucket, dear liza. Then...
Stars are the reflection of the earth;
we keep them here, as they hide underground. But who am i to tell you which direction in which the sky resides. look below your shoes; past your feet and beneath your toes; beyond the grass and through the dirt. Find the place where our loved ones have learned to fly. Where truly lies the sky?
Drink up.
oh you. bruised and broken non-believers of potential in all its beginning forms. what is god to you? a hopeless cultural cliché; a means to no ends in making it through the day; a broken promise for the weak and naive. oh you. take the beauty of a glistening heart, and create your own disaster of the human condition. what more are we than flesh and bone to you anyways?
“And these words in my heart and on my lips will somehow mean so much more than...”
I could be.
You could be too. and if you and i were to be, there’d be no need for a you or a me. Together, a we would be.
between our skin and bones
And i do belive we are spectacular. Why else would we be here?
So she said..
This isnt happening. I swear. a passing amusment. a meaningless adrenaline rush in my day. a means to no end. something to do. Its not happening. I promise. The jump of my heart is a mere side-effect to playing the game. the rosing of my cheeks is just temporary discolouration due to a miscalculation of chemicals in my brain. The glimmer in my eye is a trick of yours. Its not happening. I know. i...
July 2009
3 posts
Just the doormat
onto which he wipes the dirt off his ego. She keeps it so clean.
“Despair is all my mind will wander around, until i decide to write you down;...”
I don't make mistakes...
I date them.
June 2009
31 posts
