February 2012
5 posts
January 2012
15 posts
Mad Girl’s Love Song
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from...
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Because jealousy knows no bounds
waldosia
thinair:
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. [Brit. wallesia] a condition characterized by scanning faces in a crowd looking for a specific person who would have no reason to be there, which is your brain’s way of checking to see whether they’re still in your life, subconsciously patting its emotional pockets before it leaves for the day.
All too often.
Are you the replacement?
Some say you cannot forget memories, no matter how hard you try(ironically, trying self defeats the purpose).
And that the best way to forget something, or someone is to replace them with another entity that is so absorbing, so overwhelming, that you finally lose sight of the past.
But this shift is a gradual one; not a palpable one, so how then, am I supposed to find out if I’m completely...
You should date a girl who reads.
mols:
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Defenestrations: Words are redundant. →
jayarrarr:
You said I love you And I said Don’t tell me — Show me.
Show me by doing That thing I hate doing Because you know I hate doing it.
Show me by breaking The small blocks in my path So I can take care of the big ones.
Show me by singing Me to sleep And waking me with coffee.
Show me
“The problem with the world is that the intelligent people are full of doubts,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via cityyandcolour)
December 2011
4 posts
At the end of it all...
A fruitful year is one where you have matured at the end of it.
Happy New Year.
“I think I’m realizing that I can’t help everybody, and still somehow feel...”
– One Tree Hill (via eletheowl)
November 2011
4 posts
Hello T
A few months ago, I set you up as my last backup, a secret little cache if in the scenario I were to give up again.
Then, I realised that there was no point leaving the bridges there, and I decided to burn them all.
Now I question why the fuck am I doing this at the age of 20?
“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via vintagejuliets)
xsomethinginthewaterx:
Writers aren’t people exactly. Or, if they’re any good, they’re a whole lot of people trying so hard to be one person. It’s like actors, who try so pathetically not to look in mirrors. Who lean backward trying—only to see their faces in the reflecting chandeliers.
-* F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Last Tycoon
October 2011
13 posts
“I was shocked, confused, bewildered
As I entered Heaven’s door,
Not by...”
– Jerry Balone
3 tags
“For all sad words of tongue and pen
The saddest are these: it might have been.”
– John Greenleaf Whittler (via honeyforthehomeless)
5 tags
“Start telling the stories that only you can tell, because there’ll always be...”
– A bit of writing advice from Neil Gaiman. (via faramirs)
1 tag
Rammstein - Stirb nicht vor mir
3 tags
“I think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. If the...”
– Franz Kafka (via talkativolive)
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“Life is a gamble, at terrible odds — if it was a bet you wouldn’t take it.”
– Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead (via liquidnight)
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Watchclavicola:
Sonnet XVII by Pablo Neruda
This poem was the reason I started writing
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observando:
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
-Chuck Palahniuk
3 tags
“The most important thing in all human relationships is conversation, but people...”
– Paulo Coelho (via slekes)
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable....”
– - Neil Gaiman
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September 2011
6 posts
2 tags
Willst du bis zum Tod, der scheide sie lieben auch...
Do you want, until death seperates you, to be faithful to her for all days
Nein
Never
What's leading me forward
My hands, my heart or my mind?
Maybe even my pants
2 tags
August 2011
3 posts
I suck at condolences
Awkward moments lie ahead for me
3 tags
Dedicated to Henry Charles Bukowski: once again I... →
henrycharlesbukowski:
once again I hear of somebody who is going to settle down and do their work, painting or writing or whatever, as soon as they get a better light installed, or as soon as they move to a new city, or as soon as they come back from the trip they have been planning, or as soon as…
it’s…
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