February 2012
35 posts
“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”
—Sylvia Plath (via deathwoman)
My professor told another that I am the best writer in the major. I don’t know whether to cry or laugh,
so I’ll do both.
I forget what it feels like to kiss.
list out your playlist pleaseeeeee. its lovely.
Thank you kindly! I’ll make sure to add some more songs very soon. :>
1. Phoenix - If I Ever Feel Better
2. Empire Of The Sun - Walking On A Dream
3. Cage The Elephant - Shake Me Down
4. The Arcade Fire - Rebellion (Lies)
5. Laura Marling - Ghosts
6. Foster the People ‘Helena Beat’ Acoustic Version Live
7. Gorillaz - On Melancholy Hill
8. Sea Wolf - You’re A Wolf
9. Radiohead - Lotus Flower
10. The Killers - When You Were Young (acoustic)
11. Fleet Foxes - Mykonos
For me, the journey of trying to write something good has been filled with agonizing moments, so many that I’ve often questioned why I keep pursuing this dream; but it’s during those rare moments when I’m in it, truly in it, and I’m banging away at the laptop keys, chasing a fresh idea, and bobbing my head as if I were a fucking concert pianist playing in front of a large crowd while I’m alone with my coffee in a depressingly quiet room…that I realize I want to be a writer for the rest of my life.
Well, f-
I can’t pretend he didn’t once mean everything to me. All it takes is one look, one God-forbidden sign that he notices me. All of my control, lost. I absolutely hate when I lose control. My heart still beats as fast as it did over the span of 5 years. Stop fooling yourself. Stop quenching the unquenchable. Sleep is the only answer, and yet, my rotting mind will not even allow that.
“The heart wants what the heart wants,” even if it’s a pompous d-bag.
“Your empty eyes seem to pass me by
And leave me dancing with myself.” —Billy Idol (via anangellefttobleed)
And leave me dancing with myself.” —Billy Idol (via anangellefttobleed)
