Monday, September 29, 2014

I Die Alone And Unloved

I cannot help but feel as lost as I do
Seeing him always in my mind
But never enough in real life
I crave him in my secret places
Where pretenses are dashed
And I no longer have to wear my thorns
There I am soft and sweet and full
And so is he in his own strange way
And when the moment comes and he is here
I know that fairytales do not come true
And though I know how this story ends
It is my own secret wish that I could change fate

Friday, September 26, 2014
Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Love of the Last Tycoon (via atasteofchaosandchaos)
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
It’s all right to love someone who doesn’t love you back, as long as they’re worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it. Cassandra Clare (via psych-facts)



Frank Ocean - Bad Romance (Lady Gaga Cover)


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Spring #24


I could recall butterflies,
daffodils and blue skies
the most lovely
mixed scent of spring
right after
a midafternoon rain…

Your heart and my heart
are very, very old friends.
Hafiz  (via deserted-streets)

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Some monsters don’t need to be killed, they need only to be forgiven. Myss (via iammyss)
Sunday, September 21, 2014
I don’t like needing anyone for anything. Jackie Robinson (via li-berum)

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I have three precious things which I hold fast and prize. The first is gentleness; the second is frugality; the third is humility, which keeps me from putting myself before others. Be gentle and you can be bold; be frugal and you can be liberal; avoid putting yourself before others and you can become a leader among men. Lao Tzu (via psych-facts)
People love talking, and I have never been a huge talker. I carry on an inner monologue, but the words often don’t reach my lips. Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via rainysundaysandcoffee)

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But He’s Mine…

He’s leaving
So I’m pushing as hard as I can
Boots ground into the pavement
{He will not see me cry before he goes}
I will lift him up in construction equipment
And toss him as far from me as I can
{I will not reveal my addicition}
With a cool mask of indifference
I will wave goodbye too early
And walk back to my castle of reserve
Where I have my walls and my weapons
{I will not tell him I love him before he goes}
I will await his exit
And drink until I forget

You’ll leave me
Before you let me
Drag you down
With me.
you broke me (via whatsapplife)

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