December 2009
34 posts
It was one of those days when I really needed a hug, and all you gave me was a handshake.
“Here love, take my heart, I don’t need it anymore.”
And with one swift movement, he placed the bloody mass of his fist shaped organ into her hand and stepped pass her with only a bloody stain in his palm to prove he ever felt such things.
I hold a certain disdain for my eyes and their mannerisms, they are far too honest. Probably the most honest organ in my body, certainly more truthful than my lips. These blue orbs have never formulated a lie or harbored a secret; they are windows without curtains. They lead to my soul and spill out all my secrets, without my consent, to anyone who catches my glance and render me powerless. I...
The only place you will ever be safe is within your own head, within your own heart, for everywhere else critical eyes search for your cracks and low spots, ready to pounce and attack at any moment, tearing you to shreds.
She was scared to change her ways in fear that it would change her art. You can’t paint pain with happiness.
“Thomas Edison’s last words were ‘It’s very beautiful over there’. I don’t know...”
– John Green (Looking for Alaska)
(submitted by: Alanna)
(via quote-book)
When I was a child, I held the belief that every person had a soul mate somewhere out in the world, all you had to do was go out and find them, and once you did everything would be fine no matter what happens. It wouldn’t matter if you lost all your money in one night playing the slots or your dog died, because in the end that one person would always be right next to you, as a...
I’m sorry my dear, I would love to help you with your story, but I seem to have lost my ability to write a happy ending. Can you help me find it?
I would like to put you in a box, pop the lid on and hide it under my bed. I could peak inside when I needed you and store you until I did again. But I can’t because you’re not mine and I can’t freeze time.
“now is a ship
which captain am
sails out of sleep
steering for dream”
– (via eecummings)
I created a window and opened it up to let you see inside, but you didn’t like the view and I didn’t want to change, so I’ll hang up a curtain and hope you just walk away and simply forget everything you saw.
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“The phoenix must burn to emerge.”
– Janet Fitch (White Oleander) (via kaustubha) (via readbooks)
When he’s waiting in line at the grocery store, he enjoys looking around at the other people in line and trying to guess their life story based on their shoes. Sneakers mean laid back; boots mean hard working. Heels mean she’s very feminine, important, a prostitute, or a blended combination of the three. Flats mean hidden insecurities and converses mean a suppressed rebellious desire....
Its so hard to hold your hand when its always clenched in a fist.
—“We only have two more years.”
—“What are you talking about?”
—“Well, you’ll be leaving then.”
It was foreign to me, leaving that is. I was never the one that did the leaving, simply the one left behind, I don’t quite know how to approach this…
You can’t even keep a secret as long as you can hold your breath.
If I could go back, maybe this time when you handed me your heart I would give you mine as a trade instead of foolishly handing yours back.
I’m more of a middle kind of person; I agonize over the awkward beginnings and dread the depressing endings, but enjoy the comfortable middles. Like coming back home after a long trip, warm and welcoming.
