July 2010
25 posts
There’s a bottle to my lips, But you were probably unaware. I wrapped my hands around you, It was like you saved me.. The night shined on us like a movie, Everything played out to the tee. I can’t remember my lines, I can barely remember much. I was lost in a haze where all I could see was you. The kitten nipped at my fingers, Because she knew I wasn’t safe. The world has a sense...
“in your life, you meet people. some you never think about again. some, you...”
– Unknown (via brokenmachine)
why do guys go after push up bras over prose? why do the insist on choosing the lipgloss and 6 inch heels over flip flops and ringlets? when will they see that a girl with curves can be more sexy than bare bone?
there is more to life than mini dresses and souvenir wives or girl friends. why can’t they fall for the girl with freckles, messy hair, sarcasm, and loves to do more with a day than...
la femme.
she takes a bite out of night as though her deprivation of has taken a hold. her heart beats with the bass of the stereo. she may be lost, but she doesn’t forget. the loner amongst the world, tragedy has no shape, it has no form, it just is. the Being in all cannot control, it is the in the being that we fight our fortune. we become emmursed in the culture of which we take, not...
we live ina world where dreamers are looked at as failures as the pheonix rises above, leaving the hopeful and the existential lurking the wonders of our minds. the days we spend lying awake under the stars we wish for the glory, for the triumph over the evils that have invaded our lives. we thrive in the nihlism in which are hearts accept. why do we diminsh the very wonders that should awe.
the gravel picked at my skin, the bottom of my feet are covered in dirt. i held my shoes and walked passed the cameras the flashes were bright, and buildings were hovering i wanted to fix the spill but the damage was far too deep. i could write a thousand perfect words shove them together to make the right line, i can laugh at the memories ill never remember but i can’t forget the feelings...
‘we breathe. we pulse. we regenerate. our hearts beat. our minds create. our souls ingest. thirty-seven seconds, well used, is a lifetime.’-mr. magorium, mr. magorium’s wonder emporium
“Nobody wants their problems solved. Their dramas. Their distractions. Their...”
– Chuck Palahniuk (via quote-book)
i will always believe this to be true. no girl should wait around for a boy, she should live. … i think i’ve been reading too much sartre. hahaha
if a man wants to be romantically involved with you, he tries to kiss you. that’s the entire story, and if he doesn’t kiss you, there is never a reason to wait around for him.
— Curtis Sittenfel
i want to run, to run in the air, with the air. lets the dandelions float among kissing my cheeks. feel the free wind and be with stars. set my soul alive with the heart of the moon, the sun. take the strength of lightning and keep my heart on my sleeve. i will always choose to live, for that is who i am, the one who thrives within the smoke, the breeze, and the sun.
the rooms been filling with smoke, but my lungs still fill with air, the suns been out for weeks, i want to wake the shadows, but all i can do is sleep, my hearts been out of focus, i feel like missing you, but i know, there’s no where i can crawl, and there’s no place i can hide, the sun will soon be drifting, and the trees will surely change, so i’ll sit here at my window,...
it’s like no matter what i do i can never do anything right. i will ALWAYS find a way to mess it up. its like a never ending story of my life. i will be like my mom, let’s face it. the sooner the better right? only the good die young, i might as well be one of the good.
BLAHHh felt good to get that out. haha
i want to know what you think when you see my pictures.. are you thinking of how much you miss me? are you wondering what i’m doing? who i’m with? are you mad that i’m no longer yours? do you regret it ever? anything? was there a winner? can there even be a loser in this mess?
i’m happy that i’m on my own. i’m happy with where i’m at. i’m happy [:
i’ve learned to never miss those who stay away. the one’s who want to be in your life will and those who don’t will go their own way. somethat i times i wonder what you think about when you see me, when you think of me, or if you see something that reminds you of me. what is it that reminds you of me? i wish i knew.. i wish you knew..
…that i miss you.
i never thought...
Deb: How did we become so broken?
Keith: We fell in love, and at some point, the people we love forgot to love us back.
