November 2010
86 posts
my heart
hurts
October 2010
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Mamihlapinatapai- It describes “a look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that they both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
i gave up on you more times than i can count
but i still find myself reaching out
i hate you. so fucking much.
but i miss you more than anything.
i can see it in the moments in between
you say you’re happy now
but it’s when i catch your eyes
in those specific times
that i know it’s a lie
facebook says you’re in a relationship. i say fuck facebook.
it’s not really a bad mood here and there, it’s more like a slow numbing death, and i mean that in the most lighthearted way possible
mrtoday:
tonight i feel very uncool.
i feel uncool most nights
i’m gripping you so tight
because it’s all i’ve known
and it still feels perfectly right.
but you cry, “let me go. just let me go.”
so i give up this endless fight,
and i finally try letting you go.
.
…and then my alarm clock goes off.
getting over someone is harder than it looks. times a million. times another million. i understand that first loves...
Annabel Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE;— And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. She was a child and I was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love— I and my Annabel Lee— With a love that the...
I miss your laugh
And the steady beat of your heart
I miss your skin against mine
As we laid side by side in the dark
.
Just because this is what I needed to do
Doesn’t mean that I don’t miss you
“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of...”
– Jim Morrison
i always fall when you are running out
but can’t you stay?
if i die, and you are somewhere else
what would you say?
.
i watched you shut the door
as i fell back to the floor
the stitched up pieces of my heart came undone
and again i lost sight of the sun
sometimes you let things slip
that make me not miss
a single thing about you
“Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write,...”
– Graham Greene
we were going to find a coffee shop in the city where we’d always go, and they’d know us by name. we’d go to school. you’d make documentaries. i’d do…whatever the hell it is i want to do. we’d have a dog. we’d play guitar together. we’d have the trendiest fucking apartment ever. we’d eventually move to california. we’d travel the...
If I could, I’d mend all your broken pieces
I’d make us work again, the way we should
But you murmured something when I wasn’t near
You told me how, but I couldn’t quite hear
my first ballet class back is next week yayyyyyy
i want to choreograph so badly. i choreograph in my head to nearly everything i hear, but i want it all brought to life. i want to give people outlets for their emotions, whether they’re doing the actual dancing, or just watching it. i don’t know how to express happiness, but i think that’s okay, for now. sadness, pain, grief, just being broken, those are usually the emotions...
“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is...”
– Edgar Allan Poe
so simple, but this song kills me
so tell me when it’s time
to say i love you
all i want is you to understand
that when i take your hand,
it’s cause i want to
we are all born in a world of doubt
but there’s no doubt
i figured out
i love you
