March 2012
1 post
Bon Iver: And I told you to be patient, and I told you to be fine. I told you to be balanced, and I told you to be kind, but now all your love is wasted. And then who the hell was I?
Death Cab: So one last touch and then you'll go and we'll pretend that it meant something so much more. But it was vile, and it was cheap and you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me. Yeah, you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me
Radiohead: But I can't help the feeling I could blow through the ceiling if I just turn and run. And it wears me out... It wears me out. If I could be who you wanted, if I could be who you wanted all the time... all the time.
Brand New: You are calm and reposed, let your beauty unfold. Pale white like the skin stretched over your bones, spring keeps you ever close. You are secondhand smoke, you are so fragile and thin standing trial for your sins. Holding onto yourself the best you can. You are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins.
Nicki Minaj: You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, you a you a stupid hoe. You a stupid hoe, yeah you a you a stupid hoe.You a stupid hoe you a you a stupid hoe. You stupid stupid, you a stupid hoe
February 2012
23 posts
need to stop romanticizing everything, need to snap back to reality.
we
are
falling
if you are out there and if you read this if you are trying your best to live, if you have a story to tell
let me hear your words, about the battles you have fought and the blood shed, the wounds inflicted and the scars you will always carry
tell me about how you have become the person that you are today, and are you proud?
constantly torn apart by what I want and what I need
perfectcircus:
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other and all of...
since I was little, I never really had much friends. it’s not that I didn’t try, or that I purposely excluded myself from everyone else - whenever I talked, people either laughed (and not in a kind way), or ignored me. so I mostly stayed by myself, always thinking that there was something extraordinarily wrong with me. I ended up spending most of my childhood being silent during...
babyorgans:
cigarettes are like happiness. they start off great but by the time it burns out all you want is more, so you start with a new one and it just keeps happening and it’s like you’re never satisfied and never get enough…
strip away all the glamor and adventure of love, and what we have left is all the boring bits. but isn’t that what we all really want? someone we can be boring with?
sleepingtigers:
Back on this topic I’m sorry but just how does a writer fall in love with someone that doesn’t share that depth with words and outward emotions spilling and toppling and tripping all over the place. Tripping over ourselves tripping over the love constantly needing to form and wrap our lips around some sort of idea that just might clarify how much it is we feel. As if it were even...
24ribs:
Is there anyone out there that can ever live up to my ridiculous expectations? Is anyone going to stay up until 6 in the morning with me just because I feel lonely? Is anyone ever going to notice every little habit I have? Is anyone ever going to be able to tell when I’m lying from simply studying my facial expressions? Is anyone ever going to want nothing more than to fall asleep with...
she’s laughing but the truth is that she’s close to tears
missing you is equivalent to fifty punches in the guts
missing you is also equivalent to that feeling you get what something really good happens, because I know I’ll be seeing you again
so it’s all together a strange thing - missing you - because half of me is wincing in pain and in tears, while the other half is busy having a countdown party.
It's Harder To Be The One Who Leaves
juneandafter:
It’s hard to be the one who stays, so says The Time Traveler’s Wife.
I empathize. I have pined for the unrequited, crawled on broken glass to fix a broken dream and lived a good portion of my teenage years willing a boy to change his mind and come back. There is nothing dignified about the quick fall or slow climb back up; being unable to accept reality nor displaying your...
you spend a long enough time with someone, you think you’d know everything about them
but I spent a year being your friend, and close to two years being your lover
so it was a shock to me when I realized, at the end of our relationship,
that I knew nothing -
absolutely nothing
about you at all.
bone-tired
I just want to crawl under my blanket and sleep for a while; keep my eyes closed until I forget they can open.
chandeliersea:
nighttime ramblings
Have you ever gotten that feeling late at night where you begin to miss everyone you’ve ever cared about? I stay up so late sometimes, just because it’s when I feel the most. Everything I think about feels faded and worn or too grand and dazzling to be real. It’s all jumbled together in a mix of the things that have been and the things that will be. Sometimes...
perfectcircus:
When I go to the movies the front section reminds me of where you and I sat. When I drive past the park it reminds me of where we used to kiss. When I catch the bus it reminds me of when we used to sit together. When I put on my black and white dress it reminds me of our first kiss. When I go to Mcdonalds it reminds me of the booth that we sat in. When I listen to Trey Songs it...
there is not much distinction between losing a lover and losing a best friend. at the core of it, aren’t they both about intimacy? one moment, you had someone you could share everything with - even the most insignificant of stuff like how good the book you’re currently reading is - and the next, you have to keep everything bottled up inside you. maybe something really great or sad just...
death is certain, life is not.
the past
you told me you slept with another girl, and I expected to feel hurt, but instead there was nothing. I guess somewhere along all the broken promises and lies, you stopped being so important to me.
January 2012
23 posts
odd-sock:
sat on the edge of your bed, i bring my naked knees into my chest and play my fingers through my red-tipped toes. are you bored of me? i ask in a voice i haven’t heard for years. you study me, shake your head, frown. of course not, you admonish, holding your hand out, flicking the ash off your cigarette. i feel like a troubled child. come here.
whenever I come across a photo of us, it really unsettles me. I guess it’s because you’re the first boy I committed my entire life to. and it’s weird, remembering that once, we were inseparable; that I slept next to you at night and woke up next to you in the morning. it’s weird how we used to be so close, and now, we don’t ever talk anymore.
for my career, I would like to be a professional bum
oh wait I already am one
it’s not the dreams that are sad,
the dreams are glorious -
and that’s what makes me so very sad.
I miss being able to contact someone whenever I feel like going out somewhere. ever since drifting away from all my friends, I have nobody to call whenever I feel like going for a walk somewhere or when I feel like having a coffee somewhere or when I feel like talking and it’s not just because I’m sad - there have been moments where something really good happened to me, but I...
on the way home tonight, I sat next to a teenage boy who had scars and welts that ran from his wrist to his elbow.
I nudged him and mouthed, “somebody cares,” because he had headphones on, and couldn’t hear me anyway. and he smiled, and when I asked him to stop hurting himself, he promised me that he wouldn’t anymore. because now he knows, somebody cares.
and on the way...
how sad and queer that two lives once so closely intertwined could untangle in a blink of the eye.
I’m going back to school in a few more months and I’m really nervous about making friends again. for some reason I really suck at maintaining friendships. or any type of relationships, in fact. in the first place, it’s already so difficult for me to make friends with anyone since I’m so untrendy. oh well.
tihi-don:
She doesn’t say ‘I love you’ like a normal person. Instead, she’ll laugh, shake her head, give you a little smile, and say… ‘You’re an idiot’. If she tells you you’re an idiot, you are a lucky man.
dear friend,
by now you must have forgotten who I am. after all, I was the one that ended the friendship between us. I bet you hate me for just leaving without even telling you why. I just upped and disappeared. hell, I bet you won’t ever read these words. but that’s okay. we had our time together, and I was happy. I really was. not towards the end though. that’s the problem...
i never had someone who stayed in love with me for this long, and what’s more amazing is that because you jumped into my life right after i got out of a year-long relationship that wrecked my entire self to bits, you had to tolerate me crying over another boy, you had to tolerate me not being able to trust you, or even love you completely, you had to tolerate me being cold and distant, and...
l'amour
ellemenophee:
do you ever forget your first love? i really don’t know the answer to this question. i guess the countless times i thought i was in love, i was wrong. it’s just a bit different this time you know? it’s not one of those ache that heals by itself within a few months. i’ve desired you for three years. from the first time we met, i knew you had the lips i wanted to kiss. you were the...
told myself that you were right for me, but felt so lonely in your company.
the problem is that most people are all so caught up in their heartaches, they forget that they are not alone in being hurt, and they start to believe that everyone else is going to hurt them too
and so they push everyone else that comes into their lives after that, ruining their own chances at happiness without even realizing it and unconsciously hurting other people - creating a vicious cycle...
if you were here i know you would hold me until the rage dissipates and the tears stop but here is where you are not and i can’t hold up without you
even though i have never been more at peace with life as of now, why is it that i still feel so empty?
yall:
saying “how can you be sad when people have it so much worse than you” is as ridiculous as “how can you be happy when people have it so much better than you”
sleepingtigers:
when someone calls to catch up and only talks about themselves and then says they have to go before you can even tell them ANYTHING about your own life
December 2011
22 posts
“I tried so hard after they left to make my heart hard. And now you have undone...”
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I Wrote This For You: The Melting of Glaciers
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other people: I hate sleeping alone. Ugh hold my hand. Kiss me. Cuddle me. Lets do everything together. I need you so much closer. Let's fuck like animals. I love youuUu
me: This isn't Auschwitz, Im not sharing my bed. Stop holding my hand, I can't walk like this and you're spreading my fingers too wide, it hurts. Kissing is spitting in the palm of your hand and then taking your other hand and mashing it into the other. Stop holding me, I can't breathe or move freely. I want to do stuff alone cause that way I don't have to give a shit if you're enjoying it. Why don't you go on vacation for a few weeks? Put it in while Im sleeping, god help you if you wake me. You're okay, just sit over there.