February 2012
6 posts
Dear Sir, may I just take a moment of your time?
I know that is a big favor to ask,
especially since time has a way of stealing itself away from me.
You want to wave me off
as just a stranger passing by on the street with little to nothing to do with you;
I can see it in your stance.
But you can’t.
You see, I am not just some random mess of a person
who happens to appear on the street corner...
I can change my hair,
I can change my clothes,
I can even change the way they transpose,
but in the end and most of all
I can’t change the way they fall
into one big glob of nothing, nothing at all.
“If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don’t want to cry anymore, you...”
– Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why (via usremainsimpossible)
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or...”
– The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath)
January 2012
7 posts
“Generally, by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and...”
– “The Velveteen Rabbit” by Margery Williams (via julie911)
“The way to write is to throw your body at the mark when your arrows are spent.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson (via deadwriters)
Swindling Life
Seeing empty shells of people walking around monotonously is always disconcerting, even off-putting. It was such a reason that everyone strayed away from Jack, creating a meter radius around him that went all but unnoticed to Jack himself. He was tall, but so empty that it seemed as if the slightest breeze would send him flying into the air with only his outline in the clouds to attest to his...
I thought if I stopped writing it down that it would disappear. As if I could exterminate of all the evidence then the problems would vanish with it. Yet, the thing is, you can pull out all the weeds from the garden, but you can’t stop them from growing back again. And there is little use in insisting a dandelion is a daisy.
“My body is a journal in a way. It’s like what sailors used to do, where every...”
– Johnny Depp (via taylersbroken)
December 2011
5 posts
November 2011
6 posts
“Some struggles are so solitary that they drown in words.”
– “Undercurrents” by Martha Manning (via julie911)
Watchsongzinmyhead:
Daniel Powter - Bad Day
October 2011
4 posts
“Even after all this time, the Sun never says to the Earth, «You owe me». Look...”
– Hafez (via laceofpearls)
2 tags
August 2011
1 post
2 tags
“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache...”
– Oriah Mountain Dreamer (via aeloquence)
July 2011
2 posts
June 2011
6 posts
“In the space between yes and no, there’s a lifetime. It’s the difference between...”
– Jodi Picoult (Change of Heart)
“You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say...”
– William Shakespeare
(via howlsmovingcastle)
May 2011
4 posts
“Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they...”
– Anaïs Nin (via kari-shma)
April 2011
9 posts
“The writer is both a sadist and a masochist. We create people we love, and then...”
– Janet Fitch (via fideliusobliviate)
Float like a butterfly, Sting like a...
One down, two to go,
Eleven in the bottle, within a stone’s throw.
It’s not working; I need a break,
Too bad, there’s nothing left to take.
