May 2012
38 posts
I have so many thoughts that I want to express in my head and I wish to do so poetically but I cannot come up with anything sufficient. It all seems lacking, and I want to be direct and forward but that just seems too… bold.
An ocean wave knocked me underwater
and I thought about the delicate seconds
of silence and serenity and
the type of effortless drowning
that took my strength away
when I saw you struggling
to find me.
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I’ve been dying to reach you but my extension cord wouldn’t reach that far.
I Drew a Storm
sleep-sweet:
I drew a storm in ink underwater, I traced the outline of a cloud, but the ink would hold no pattern, and my thunder would make no sound. The black scattered wildly, Pulled by arching currents caused, carelessly by kicking feet, and children with their thrashing paws.
So I shrugged a burnt shoulder blade, and replaced the cap on my wet pen. Maybe it will be much clearer, if...
“What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for and to do it so...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via lovedyoubeautifully)
I thought about the differences
between the lack of conversation and
silence
and thought that the latter suggests that
you are in another’s presence
and the two of you,
together,
are talking with gestures
that expose a quiet language
of
vivid expression
but with the lack of
conversation -
you
are
alone.
(And oh, do you feel alone.)
Putting my Bright Eyes record on and going to just lay in bed for a little bit. This record is so special to me. Thought I’d let you guys know. Cue Friday night nostalgia.
I want so badly to wake up and everything be normal. I don’t want to be going to the hospital every day, I want to go home. I want my dad to be okay. I want this to have never happened. Why is that so much to ask?
/struggling.
I love you. Sleepy car rides home with you never cease to make me the happiest.
“Sometimes the little times you don’t think are anything while they’re happening...”
– Andy Warhol (via langste)
“Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed...”
– From Scheherazade by Richard Siken (via marisajill)
“I don’t want these memories to become slippery, to just disappear into the thin...”
– Sara Zarr (via langste)
“May you do the things you want to and always remember what it felt like when you...”
– I Wrote This For You: The House We Keep Moments In (via kari-shma)
You wonder about the rhetoric in hurtful words
and how they’re more than just letters strewn together,
more than just phrases composed with emphasized syllables.
They are sap dripping from your heart strings.
Salt, Richard: Untitled →
sleep-sweet:
This isn’t a waterfall where the words have to end on the inevitable granite shelves. It’s more Don’t along the you lines of crawling through the snow near midnight, somnambulant and elated at the fact that maybe she still cares. ever You’re digging through wonder the whitest…
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Went to go see my school play - Cats - and it was very good! Cats has no plot line whatsoever and that aspect was lame… but the singing and dancing was awesome!
Meanwhile, I’ve had the shittiest week that I’ve had in awhile. Which was kind of unexpected for me because typically having a shitty week is very progressive, you almost lead up to having a shitty week. But...
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“I have tried so hard to do the right.”
- Grover Cleveland
“I dreamed you were carried away on the crest of a wave - Baby don’t go away, come here…”
What’s going on?
Stressssin’ so hard right now…
April 2012
57 posts
“It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute...”
– E.M. Forster, A Room with a View (via langste)
It was not my face
but it was preferred, admired.
I am not “beauty.”
