June 2011
51 posts
I’m going to drink a big cup of strong coffee and pick my chin up. It’s too beautiful to miss.
Dear Agyness Deyn, I have such a weird girl crush on you.
My eyes were wide until the sky brushed blue.
Anonymous asked: Where might you find your inspiration to write as you do?
i will never fully understand why things are how they are. how the small choices everyone makes leads them in a million different paths branching out off of one another. i will never fully understand why some things change often, while others never do; stagnant. i will never fully understand why my mind jumps to new thoughts and ideas, but it is something i genuinely like about myself. i will...
there were plenty of reasons not to.
but her reasons to step forward washed them all away.
We’re hybrids.
Raccoons look like the sidekick. The main superhero always has the cool outfit, bold name, bright emblem, and of course the ladies. Then there is the sidekick, who generally just gets a face mask. Raccoons look like sidekicks with masks on.
He poured buckets of his love over me throughout the days. Splashing into my eyes; drenching my hair.
Anonymous asked: Are you often told that you look like the wonderful Dolores O'Riordan of the Cranberries? (Minus the earrings, of course.) Because you do resemble her.
“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”
– Maya Angelou
The sun is absolutely lovely today. I hope you are all outside enjoying it. Go frolic.
I Ate Your Soul (Remix) [feat. P Smoov] by Grieves
Someone asked one of my very close friends how her “elf friend” was. I am said elf friend.
You do it to me, still.
In the last two days I’ve ran 6 miles, biked 4 miles and have done a ton of body workouts. I feel ripped and sore.
It’s strange being an outside source and seeing it drip from her, pitter-pattering softly to the hard cement. The thought of love lost always seems to drown out eyes. Each drop migrating towards one another to create a small puddle. She seems to feel that standing quietly, without words, will help her feel less alive towards him; yet he’s the only one she feels alive with.
My handsome man and I saw The Tree of Life yesterday. I suggest you go and see it. It’s somethin’ else.
“Wow… that’s the prettiest
smile I’ve seen all day.”
– Random man in bookstore, followed by asking where the witchcraft books are.
He called, “Sweetheart, sweetheart” Turning towards him, my heart sank into the abyss.
I like working at a bookstore. I feel like I am surrounded, nearly drowning, in beautiful language.
The sweet wouldn’t be as sweet without the sour.
I held the rest of the gold coins firmly in my palm. Wanting to give you them all. But I knew they might slip through the holes in the bottom of the pockets of your jeans. So instead I held onto them and smiled at you.
People have a really hard time being happy for one another.
The dreams that I dream keep me awake.
There was a time when the world seemed much smaller. When words seemed limited and breath much shorter. I remember feeling that I only had a certain amount of letters and blinks I could use per day. My eyes; dry and sore trying to remain wide. There was a time when the world seemed much smaller, when the things I said held no meaning to the ones I spoke them to. I would receive a silence and a...
Emma Watson in July Vogue →
She had two balloons in her hand and knew nothing of love except for the fact that she only found it in him.
Contagious; as you dry off your skin. Eyes soaked with shower water; craving. Always craving.
Craving your somethings, your everythings and nothings.
I was drowning in a glass of wine; longing to have our hip bones cross paths.
Covered in your touches.
Even while squinting my eyes, the salt seeped into them. The waves pushed up against my small frame, but so did you; warm and strong. I held onto you, my body weak in comparison. With my hands around your neck, I felt I could swim.
Whenever it’s not easy, it’s usually worth it.
There was a certain type of thickness in the air coasting between us. You smiled a sweet smile and I kept falling into your love. Our eyes held thoughts; our hands, one another.
Seeing people you have seen for so long in a new light is such a strange sensation.
You’re the yellow bird that I’ve been waiting for.
She said, “I can feel my heart. And I sometimes hear it beating so loudly.” And I looked at her in an even more beautiful manner than before.
