November 2010
1 post
“I have this dream every night. Even when I can’t remember it the next morning, I...”
– Foer (via loveyourchaos)
July 2010
1 post
5 tags
I turned around and all I could see was his face. Sweet, smiling in the moonlight. Fresh raindrops hit the concrete, the smell of wet grass hot in the air surrounding us. For a moment there was no one else; not another being on this planet except just us two. It felt familiar, like déjà vu, and the memory suddenly came flooding back. It was in a dream that had recurred over and over. When my mind...
June 2010
21 posts
2 tags
“i don’t need anything else but me.”
I think I’d like to be someone else for a little while. I’d like to be one of those super happy people that have husbands and babies and anniversaries. I don’t mean I want to be them forever, just for a little while, just to see what it would be like. Maybe like a week, or a month, or 20 years…
“Kiss me and you will see how important I am.”
– Sylvia Plath | submitted by girlwithoutwings (via quote-book) (via truthinmywords)
“I feel like air could move through me, Like I am clean linen fluttering on a...”
– Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat, Pray, Love) (via iheartabi)
“You have a serious problem of distorting reality. You could sleep with the...”
– La science des rêves (via seagoat) (via smokeyquartz)
Something makes me want to apologize for not being what you wanted, for watching you walk away through my teary eyes and not being able to say the right thing and make everything better. Even now, so long past that, it still feels strange. You still feel strange. Part of me still wants to know you, every part that you wouldn’t let me see. It’s okay though, I’m hoping for your...
“Every good, true, vigorous feeling I have, gathers impulsively round him. I know...”
– Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
I READ INTO THINGS: I’ve heard about these men... →
I’ve heard about these men -I’ve even talked to them- the men that treat women right. I’ve heard them talk about their girlfriends and about how they love them and prove it on a daily basis. It must be nice to have someone like that. A man you can count on to still be there when you wake up.
I…
you’re a world away and yet only right there. i don’t think you’ll ever find me again. not because you can’t, but because you won’t. that scares me.
“I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it...”
– Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre
Soft
put your hand
in mine
want me
just like this
‘twine your limbs
with mine
listen here
above my heart
and find it’s beating
just to feel
your hand in mine.
what's mine is yrs.: please, please, please. →
Let me start this by saying that people who need prefaces are people who are often unsure about their decisions or beliefs because of all of these internal forces that pull and push, causing immense pressure, within them. Let me tell you that I am one of those people and that there is a…
I know that you have something to say, so say it. Tell me what I’m doing wrong today. You told me what I was doing wrong yesterday, so I expect something different this time around.
You asked that question and my hand went up without a second to spare. I wondered what the hell I could have done to make it stop but couldn’t think of a thing. Your phone rang and suddenly knew I was...
I WRITE TO BE FREE: Silent Communication →
Sometimes I sit and I have no words to say. I have no ink in my pen. Still, I have a story to tell.
Something important.
Something meaningful.
Something EPIC.
My lips don’t move and my pen doesn’t write but the emotion pours from me.
I bleed it.
I live it.
I cry it.
I wonder…
May 2010
20 posts
i've walked 100 miles. i've seen 100,000 smiles....
jasminelly:
feedmetothetrees:
(via beautiifulmess)
I have to tell myself, “do what I love, the rest will come”. I’m not a good writer now. But I practice and I love it, and for now that’s all that matters. So I write for me, and that’s it. I know it’s in there somewhere, I just have to find it.
“So when we write and begin with an empty page and a heart unsure, a famine of...”
– Natalie Goldberg
I have food, water, a roof over my head. So many possessions. But I lost my heart last January when you walked out my door.
“I’d like to believe that one day I’ll wake up and not miss him...”
yoomsters:
Sometimes when I say “I’m ok” I just want some one to look me in the eyes, hug me tight, and say, “I know you’re not.” (via ofateenagedramaqueen)
“What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn’t even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.” - Sarah Dessen
It’s just that, I know that it’s all about faith. Faith in those flowers in my garden, the sky that turns gray without warning, the dust that blurs the lines between wrong and right. I carried my faith in those eyes for so long. So now I feel it fading. Yet I pray it will be replaced by faith in someone else’s eyes; someone else’s touch and smell.
Here.
What is Here? Is it a physical place? A state of mind? An emotional location? Here is wherever you want it to be.
Are you happy? What kind of question is that anyway? Happiness can take so many forms.
Are you scared? Upset? Uneasy? Do you feel that you’ve been fooled by someone or something? Do you feel loved? Heartbroken? Defeated?
Are you angry? Do you harbor feelings of hostility? Do...
Dear Ex,
ireadintothings:
It’s not my problem that you’re a fucking dick.
Sincerely, Me
