November 2009
1 post
October 2009
2 posts
September 2009
5 posts
August 2009
12 posts
You know?
inside-in:
We would be the kind of couple to fall in love at a coffee shop.
love.
Sometimes i imagine what life would be like if it every single second of it was being filmed. If it was all scripted, with clever comebacks and no mistakes. If nobody ever said too much, and everyone had the right answers. If the rules always applied and there were no exceptions.
Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go and do stupid things I’ll regret later? i mean i can always look back on it and think of how i shouldn’t have. Besides at least I’d have a story to tell.
July 2009
16 posts
The Look In Her Voice
Fake fantasies and unreal realities spin round in her head. She dreams of the nightmares she lives. The beautiful things that never existed surround her. Tall tales roll off her toungue and the people in her world stare in wonder at the tragedy of it all. She doesn’t even realize what kind of disaster she’s the center of. Any hand that reaches out to save her is rejected and denied...
I want to cry when i even begin to think about how much i don’t want to grow up. How much the real world scares me. How close i am to being launched out to fly with my own wings. I don’t want to even think about these things. I just gulp them down and swallow all of those fears, but that doesn’t make them go away. They just sit and churn inside me. Nothing makes them go away,...
A Dream Within A Dream
brittniwillie:
shirice:
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...
… or not.
fmylife:
Today, I fell asleep on the bus and when I woke up, I found out that I missed my stop by ten stops and I was on the last bus of the night. And, to make matters worse, a drunk hobo was sitting next to me with a beer in one hand and was rubbing my leg with the other. FML
Hm… hot neighbor that moved out last year back again upstairs? I’m glad i get to see him again.
Re-did my room!!! :)
Well thats just fucking dandy. Why is it that I’m at my worst as soon as she comes home? I’d really like that to stop.
You, you think you know everything, just because you’ve gone through your share of struggles, well guess what you don’t and you’re not fucking god to tell me what to do every waking moment of my life. I’m sorry that i can be such a dick, i know that i am but i can’t help it sometimes, But i would like to ask you one thing just please give me a little room to breathe...
Curiosity always gets the better of me. I would really like to ask but i won’t, because i know you would mind. I just wish i wasn’t so damn nosy.
And then the stars began spinning beneath the lies that were winning as she danced with the wind among the tragedy of it all because the moon was brighter than the thunder of her heart.
June 2009
46 posts
Distractions are the best cure.
Well… i don’t really know whether to think that these things pertain to me or not but if they do then i really don’t understand and maybe you should tell me. If they don’t then i think that you make a very fine point, however i wonder if you’ve considered that maybe it just seems like there is no other way to go about things.
If all our life is but a dream...
stormofgenius:
inevermenttobrag:
stormofgenius:
inevermenttobrag:
stormofgenius:
(via inevermenttobrag)
fantastic posing greed..
then we should feed our jewerly to the sea…
for diamonds to appear to be just like broken glass to me…
and the she said she can’t believe genuis only comes along in storms of fabled foregin tounges…
tripping eyes and flooded lungs, northern downpour...
I say that i don’t want anyones pity or that nothings wrong. Well for one i basically sit and sob all day in my own fucking pool of pity, feeling sorry for myself all the time. Sometimes i can’t even take how fucking pathetic i am.
I’d like to let the wind take over me.
I’m going to live up to those high, high expectations of yours, and everyones for that matter, I promise that I’ll make you proud. I promise that i will try my hardest. I promise.
crushes:
boy,
All those times after you whisper something beautiful in my ear, or touch me ever so subtly, it’s not that I have nothing to say to you, I stay quiet because the chemicals in my body begin rushing around far too quickly for me to think about forming words. I hope you don’t take this the wrong way.
— girl
Well… there has been a downfall that i can’t really explain. They aren’t the same anymore though, or maybe its me but i felt so out of place, so wrong and uncomfortable, i had to leave. I couldn’t stand it anymore, the fake smiles and my stomach churning not because of the food but because of my nerves. Nobody has to do anything, but i had to leave.