March 2010
2 posts
women’s realm
I dont care whether you hear this I dont care if Im alone here singing songs to myself Theres nobody else around, around Meet you up at the indian part of the town The towns shut down, the people left with their bags Their kids so theres not a sound a sound But I must get from there to here Theres a small voice crying on the other side of the river from here Its too...
February 2010
11 posts
Clementine: Joel, I'm not a concept. Too many guys think I'm a concept or I complete them or I'm going to make them alive, but I'm just a fucked up girl who is looking for my own peace of mind. Don't assign me yours.
Joel: I remember that speech really well.
Clementine: I had you pegged, didn't I?
Joel: You had the whole human race pegged.
Clementine: Probably.
Joel: I still thought you were going to save me, even after that.
Clementine: I know.
“Sometimes I get surprised by the young people, want to have the result sooner...”
– Anna Dello Russo, NY Mag (via malarky-shenanigans) (via tulletulle)
you're the only proper noun i need
i like the man in the blue coat who sits with his eyeglasses at the bridge of his nose reading a thick novel. i like the way he sits with his legs crossed in an extremely sophisticated manner. i like the way the group of girls and boys in their 20s are sketching on cheap art notebooks and discussing video games and technology. there is a boy at the counter who i’ve seen before; i think he...
if only i could just write up all the things that i wish i could say to you, and probably could say to you, and probably would say to you but it’s too late and you’re already over it. everything could have been perfect. we are the same people in different bodies; the things you do and love are the same things i do and love. then she stepped in the middle. and i guess that’s when...
December 2009
5 posts
When will I find the right hand to hold?
Don't call me that.
It’s the meaningless chatter between you and I. I’m watching the clock, and seeing how the little hand bounces and makes that little click. I am avoiding your eyes, patiently gathering my thoughts but never saying anything aloud. The hi’s and hello’s, the something to keep us together, relevant; still friends Don’t call me ‘beaut’, or ‘lover’,...
November 2009
6 posts
"the most ignorant thing you can do is to let your...
“You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower
October 2009
20 posts
It’s a lonely music kind of night; being drifted from reality and being poured into smooth rhythms and beautiful instrumentals is the only thing I need to be content right now.
I like the way you do the things you do. I love the way you talk. I love the way you look at me. I love your obscure sense of humor that gets me laughing, nonetheless. This is so completely cliche but I can’t...
iammia:
saturdaysthoughts:
iammia:
saturdaysthoughts:
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape,...
Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but...
Just leave me alone. I’m tender, and easily breakable. You manage to twist and bend me and somehow I’m still alive. How long will this last ‘til I break…?
In my dream,
we were running through the forest. Trees seemed to climb tall before us and plants seemed elongated and prickled, creating minor obstacles in our path. But we ran. Our cheeks were rough and red from the cold, and our feet were bare. I could almost smell the sweet petrichor and feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. We ran not to a certain destination, but focused on moving forward. I caught...
There is nobody
There is nobody I can fully relate to, and that scares me. I tell myself someone out there, my “soulmate”, is thinking the same thing, waiting for me to come around. But at the same time, why aren’t I convinced?
“We are never going to be as young as we are tonight. Let’s wake the world up.”
– (via someonesthoughts)
Playlist for the week, or summat.
California - Copeland Lazy Eye - Silversun Pickups New Hampshire - Matt Pond PA Mercury - The One AM Radio So Far (Instrumental) - J Dilla Fifteen Fathoms, Counting - Bring Me the Horizon Coast of Maine - Ivory Lua - Bright Eyes
It's a complicated thing.
You complain that nice guys always finish last. That no matter what, I, or any of your other friends that are girls, will ever want to be more than friends with you. But it’s not true. I’d sit on my rooftop with you and stare up at the stars overhead and hold your hand. I’d go to a show with you and kiss you and the lead singer would holler at us and I wouldn’t care....
#1
You have good intentions. I like the way you laugh and your facial expressions are priceless. You are an odd child; you remind me of me when I was younger. But what’s inside of that heart? I want to explore inside the abyss and find what makes you tick, what makes you genuinely happy, what makes you cry, what makes you angry. Because right now I see your heart as a dark void, a lifeless,...
“I wanted so badly to lie down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around...”
– Looking for Alaska
Watchacryliccowboy:
Video for Artisan Guns’ single Autumn directed by Tim Van Dammen and Tim Flower from Blur and Sharpen.
Aside: I was looking for something good to go to last Friday and came up empty handed, turns out they were having their EP launch release party, waytogoguise!