February 2012
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I’m going to let myself be happy for once.
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Naked.
Vying for his attention isn’t worth it if he only plans on stringing you along, his eyes set on a kind of perfection that you don’t ever get to play a part of. You can be infatuated with the way he forms his words, his outspoken opinions to which he stays true, or his genuine interest in listening, just listening, but what is the purpose if your infatuation is unrequited? Your...
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“What can be explained is not poetry.”
– W.B. Yeats (via bodasdesangre)
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“I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret...”
– Lemony Snicket (via salveo)
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Smiling while I still can.
He’s not yours, I tell myself.
If it means having to bite my tongue until it bleeds while gesturing him towards someone who will take better care of him than I, so be it. It won’t mean that I don’t love him enough, it means I love him too much.
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“The ocean breathes salty, won’t you carry it in?
In your head, in your...”
– Modest Mouse (Ocean Breathes Salty - Good News for People Who Love Bad News, 2004)
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“And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad -
The dreams in which I’m...”
– Tears for Fears (Mad World)
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Seven seas.
Friendship with a potential better half, for me, was always a ship that never sailed. I never took the time to value who we were or are as individuals before becoming a set of two. I rushed, for fear that if I did not, he will go where I cannot follow. Happiness worth a lifetime with someone else was just another ship away. So we would sail fast until milestones and endless storms rendered the...
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You again.
You’ve robbed me blind of the words I once knew. Time stops, the temperature drops. I cannot speak. I’ll feel my heart beat with an unmistakable pounding, but the rest of me falls prey to an outspoken you. You who move with ease, uninvited and invited. Perhaps my world freezes over from the reminiscence of that cold winter night, the one that engulfed us in breezes so crisp, they cut...
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dannyhiga:
Drown, Baby, Drown.
He found himself in the middle of a vast ocean of tears. In all three-sixty degrees, there was no sight of help. The more he fought to keep his head above water, the more energy he drained within himself. Relapsing into silence as the eye drops of depression filled his lungs. Let go. Don’t fight it. Let the current carry you into the state of tranquillity. Let it...
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Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.
I haven’t been writing too much lately. There are but two possible reasons that can explain why this is: no recent events have been worth mentioning in simple prose, or too many events have clouded my mind with a strange elixir of emotions, causing a wild mental whirlwind of sorts, memories and fantasies all, leaving me at a loss for the right words to fully comprehend with.
It must be the...
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Red
moderateclimates:
“It’s red outside.”
“It’s just the blinds, come back to bed.”
“No… the sun looks strange. Like I’m looking through a film, or screen. Our lives are changing.”
“I’m naked in bed and it’s just your hangover. I promise. Come back to bed now, babe.”
“But … the world is red. I can see the ashes of ancestors exploding around us. I can see blood and carnage remembered in the white...
