I want you happy
But I don’t want anyone
But me to do it
people read too much into things.
“you cover your eyes while you sleep because you wish to ignore things; you are already too troubled to care. you rest your arms on your head because you want to protect your mind from outsiders.”
or you know, I sleep like that because it’s comfortable.
not everything is symbolic.
put down the Freud.
“You are, at once, both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.” — Franz Kafka (via delicatelybruised)
(via eyymandamarie)
Forget slimmer, more
productive, whatever: just
try to fuck up less.shared via WordPress.com
This is for her eyes only.: Desert Honey Salt -
We drive eastward,
farther into the desolate lands
of the Great Basin,
where I drove years ago
but this time not alone.
I park the coupe along a dirt road
and together we laze
upon the hood of my car
to watch the sun bury its light
behind the western horizon.
And the night, it begins
I keep thinking
Of the way you looked
As you edged me on into
Your impure kisses.
How you treated me
As I haughtily protested
Your eyes
Looked blue as the ocean
Like I could delve into them
Be a beautiful mermaid
With an equally beautiful prince
The way your lips pouted
And your cute teasing voice
Makes me cringe with addiction floating on my brain
Making me want to sink
To my knees
And break down
In ugly sobs
And beg the air
For another chance
To delve deep
Into your calm caressing eyes
bluefeathernotes: a single puff of air. -
lala lala lalalala
this is how things start:
tongue brushing the palate
to create melodic nonsense.
like baby’s first word.
gibberish jibber-jabber hiding
intent, all flowing out.(
ksch, ksch…haaaaa, haaaaa)the appearance of chaos
is just that - an appearance.
beneath it…
I Got No Time For Trivialities: Okay -
You dismantle my words.
Rip them apart like last week’s paper.
My sentences become fragments
and they don’t make sense.
You stop me before I make my stance,
not with longing kisses or enamoring words,
just by saying, “okay.”I’m not asking for much actually,
just for your attention.
Ten minutes, that is all.
danger! the tumultous sea
is in the mood for bashing heads.
do you dare step onto the beach?
the tempest will sweep you away!
did you think this was safe?
go back where you came from;
a pretty girl like you has
no business around a moody, violent
sea— an indifferent ocean such as me.
When I Was in Whistler: Powder Keg -
I wonder how this all began.
Our simple, silly love.
Just what was going on above
The day I took your hand?The day I took your hand in mine
And led you to the shore
And danced the waves in triple-time
Like no one else before.Like no one else before we feel
A love so deep and true,
For you love…
words that flow from felt tip pens: January 20th, 2013 -
There was a moment
when timefroze.
stopped.
and then continued with us,
leaving this glass
prison
an empty wasteland
of shattered hopes
and beautiful
dreams.And I hope that you won’t
leave me alone in this
darkness
with my thoughts for
too long.They have a way
oftearing. clawing….
My eyelids are heavy with burdens
And my mind clouded with with a shot of NyQuilAs demons win the war against my internal clock
i cannot decide if it is the drugs
coursing through my veinsOr if it is
Resignation.
dopamine and the divine.: I don't think I've loved a happy girl before. -
there’s a beauty in sad people
and there’s a sadness in the beautiful—I’m trying to figure out why
a flower, slowly wilting away
is such a poignant image to me.I’m trying to rationalize
the symbolism of a rose
blanketed in crimson flames.every girl I have met
and have fallen in love with
(via forelsk-et)
You’re socially awkward now.
You never used to be like that.
That’s what happens when you
sit in a room and think too much.
I can’t believe she said flat out
she’d fuck you.
That’s what happens
though.
See, you can get
laid.
But it means
nothing to me.