February 2009
Keep the light out.
Gruelling entrapment, like a clenched fist of a child. unwillingness to let go, creating permanent creases. Constant overcast, despite the gentle rising sun, And hours of insomniac seems longer than the nights. Backfalling into the darkest pit, one dug mentally. Pass me the wooden lid now, seal it off, keep the light out.
“You know that place between sleep and awake, where you’re still dreaming? that’s...”
– Julia Roberts, Hook (via thoughtsdetained)
“Love is a piano dropped from a four-story window, if you were in the wrong place...”
– Two Little Girls by Ani DiFranco (via lyricallysomething) (via trapeze)
“God’s feeling nolstagic. The skies are sepia in colour.”
– wanderlust.
Where did you leave your heart?
I left my heart at Hello. I left my heart between Almost lover lyrics. I left my heart quietly in the corner of yours. I left my heart bruised again and again by you. I left my heart between my whispers of I love you. I left my heart in a cold faraway land of you. I left my heart under the step you took as you walked away. I left my heart playing throbbing chords that reminded me of you.
“It’s not about being who everyone else wants you to be, it’s about being...”
– Unknown (via quote-book) (via kari-shma) (via hit-or-miss) (via applegamble)
Whites.Reds.Blacks.
White has ripped me from my time to be in the blanks. Or even to fill in the blanks. I floated through space, in daze in the past flying two weeks, feeling like a fly on a highway. Just staying alive.
Reds, the closest to my heart, had come together in a close knitted circle, with a warm fuzzy happiness, we sat around like those old campfire days, and we spoke our heart. I let my tears flow.
...
“Relationships are difficult, time-consuming, baffling, and sometimes...”
– Martha Beck (via sooshi)
“What happens when people open their hearts?” Reiko clasped her hands together on...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via sooshi)
Requiescat by Oscar Wilde
ataaa:
Tread lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow All her bright golden hair Tarnished with rust, She that was young and fair Fallen to dust. Lily-like, white as snow, She hardly knew She was a woman, so Sweetly she grew. Coffin-board, heavy stone, Lie on her breast, I vex my heart alone, She is at rest. Peace, peace, she cannot hear Lyre or sonnet,...
3 conversations.
_Why do you party so much? Unfortunately, I don’t. When I look like I do, I am only doing my job professionally. So well, I do look like I love my job so much, and actually enjoying myself. I work so hard, and never been harder, only to find that the only time I have is Zouk. And the next best thing? I don’t pay to party. I get paid to party. _Why are you so quiet? I am not quiet, I am exploding...
“People ask me to why it’s so hard to trust people. I ask them why is it so hard...”
– (via littlemiss) (via nifs) (via ashadeofgrey) (via fantasyaction) (via marjchun)
Does the internet make people depressed, or does...
trapeze:
(via aodouls)
I’m going to say a little of both
“Funny how someone is infinitely more attractive when walking away.”
D.struction
Lowered head, that jutting spine from the back. Dipping eyes, as you wouldn’t look anyone straight. Darting away, thinking you had that escape. Quietly you thought you slithered away.
That frozen moment of your rising anger, Your arms in the air, the phone waiting to be smashed, All I knew was my heart sprinted crashing barriers. Swallowed the lump of air, in hope to calm my breath.
That...
tikayiyay:
wasteofpaint:
Death Cab for Cutie-...
I mailed my heart out.
Closed my eyes, as I hit sent. Felt like a confession letter, sent for print. Open for public scrutiny. The little secret tucked away In the yellow bird house, Now. taken to flight.
“It’s just that…I just think that some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect....”
– Sarah Dessen (The Truth About Forever) (via thresca)
Don't judge this book.
Amidst the crowd, I would have stood out easily, as a wild child, easy to catch, lack of interest, a person people would easily know they would lose if flaunted. It wasn’t even about the looks, and purely how flamboyant this book may look. Despite it’s velvety, covers, and luxurious gold trimmings, this book is a classic timeless novel. Don’t read it if you are not ready for anything serious....