December 2011
39 posts
“It was a widely misinterpreted movie, I think…. People tend to say, “Why didn’t...”
– Joseph Gordon-Levitt on (500) Days of Summer (via theshadowofyoursong)
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I think it's you
I think it’s you I’m looking for.
When everything is restless and I don’t feel satisfied.
When there should be peace and relaxation.
I think I still need you.
On the bus, rolling by the flyover…I saw a white bike and flowers. Somebody had died. I was struck by this sudden sense of vulnerability. Life might pass me by. I felt a stranger. I never chose you. I thought I...
Why am I loosing you?
Did I do something wrong?
Why don’t you ever call me?
I leave you messages. Your replies seem distant.
Did something happen?
Are you alright?
Why don’t you talk to me?
What’s wrong.
I think of you. I worry. Are you happy?
I know where these thing lead: I’ve lost friends before. There’s nothing I can do if we can’t talk. If we stop talking, I’ll...
Anonymous asked: Put up a piv of you. so we can see
Mumford and Sons - Sigh No More
Sigh no more, no more
One foot in sea, one on shore
My heart was never pure
And you know me
And you know me
And man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Oh man is a giddy thing
Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my...
“The wind sings of our nostalgia
and the starry sky ignores our dreams.
Each...”
– Ahmad Shamloo (via philphys)
“I don’t know if I continue, even today, always liking myself. But what I learned...”
– Maya Angelou (via black-wolves)
" I'm putting words on paper"
I endured things no-one should ever ask of their friends. Yet somehow I suffered them as as daily insults to my pride. Sometimes disguised under girlish smiles, they were the classic female, passive aggressive, mind-fucking bullshit ridden tortures. It was always happening around me without anyone ever saying a word in protest. Blatant racism, favouritism and outright abuse delivered like daily...
“And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid...”
– Edgar Allan Poe, from “The Raven” (via the-final-sentence)
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The place to go
This is the only place left to go. My memories are failing me, and my ambitions are feeling too heavy to keep dragging around. I’m parking them right here: wishing they’d lay quiet for a little while, just for peace enough to sleep.
I feel like a Nowhere person. I want someone to talk to. I wish you were here. I used to phone you whenever I wanted you close; talking until your sleepy...
November 2011
30 posts
I woke up from thoughts of you
Today I woke up from a dream about you. I’m sure I had dreamt much better, more interesting things before, but considering the alarm interrupted it, you remained a bitter thought…lingering…poisonous cloud above my head as I tried to brush my teeth clean.
You and her had bought some new shoes. The shoes were the same, but different colours for each of you. You ate breakfast...
