December 2010
wordslikeair:
“I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you,” I proclaim, allowing kisses to replace commas because I’ve always believed that punctuation leaves something to be desired.
tierneylee asked: I just fell in love with your blog.
tierneylee asked: I just fell in love with your blog.
Best friend: It's a weird realization to think how we're all really alone.
Me: How so?
Best friend: Cause you really can't count on anyone but yourself. In the end, the only person who's with you - your entire life - is you.
Me: Kinda sad though.
Best friend: I don't think it's neither good nor bad. People leave our lives by choice or because of circumstances but either way they all leave eventually.
tierneylee:
Being in love, in a word, is beautiful. Being in love, in several words, is knowing that there is a soul that shines brighter because of you, feeling strengthened and empowered by a set of bones and muscles that live to help, hold, support, and push you, trusting that the flesh you so often touch, kiss, bite, caress, and marvel at will stay true and pure in your absence, and offering...
leukocytes:
68 hours until you’ll be climbing into bed with me to start the New Year. 68 hours until your arms are around me. 68 hours until my heart tries to beat out of my chest again. 68 hours until I feel alive again. 68 hours.
15 to 900? Followers, you’ve made 2010 a memorable one.
onlinejournals:
And the twenty fifth of December was just another day. I could still see my breath in the air, my family was still my family, and I was just another kid with shit to think about.
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As simple as this request is, all I want to do is grow old with you.
literarycollective:
“But yeah, I understand. I understand that you feel that way and that a lot of the time you feel like you’re really worthless and I don’t care about you, but you just feel that way. You know it’s not true. If you thought I didn’t care about you, you wouldn’t keep coming back. So feel something else. Feel the wind, feel my arms on you, feel the assurance that I’m always going...
starlightandpoison:
“i can’t,
i won’t
let us drown.
no, i can’t,
i won’t
let you down.”
—the movielife
daylightghosts asked: Lovely blog, ma'am.
I hope you have a great day.
=] You are loved.
I hope you have a great day.
=] You are loved.
daylightghosts asked: Lovely blog, ma'am.
I hope you have a great day.
=] You are loved.
I hope you have a great day.
=] You are loved.
literarycollective:
I can’t wait until being at home means being with you.
I’ve fallen for you like an amazonian tree. Which is although unnoticed by most of the world’s population, not without great consequence.
freedomfound:
I’m leaving this place I’ve been for too long. I’m done. I open my hands into the sky. This is Gods now. This is done.
ohnightingale:
There’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life.
Happy Christmas followers.
I made it through the year and I did not even collapse
Gotta say, “Thank God, for that”
I’m torn between what keeps me whole and what tears me in half
I’ll fall apart or stay intact
— Relient K
Welcome back Christmastime, I’ve missed you.
Me: Why do you trust me? I'm zero for every guy I've ever been with.
Him: I trust you. You can change whenever you want to. Do you want things do be different this time around? Then things will be different.
“We need to think of ourselves as gifts to be given and to think of others as...”
– John Powell (via michelleums)
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Me: What are you thinking?
You: I'm thinking that this was four months ago and we are still talking about it.
literarycollective:
The days grew shorter as my hair grew longer, making me someone different from who I was in the short nights of summer.
“Lose our troubles because, after all, it’s Christmas time.”
– (via lajoiedevivre)
likelava:
for once i don’t want to talk about remembering. i want to talk about being. i want to talk about breathing. i want to talk about seeing and feeling. i want to talk about questioning and believing. how sometimes i can feel things changing right beneath me. how sometimes i have dreams of all the people who i have lost. that’s the tricky thing about loving someone. it doesn’t always stop...
2011 seemed so far away a few years ago..
vavin:
parts of me cannot wait to have a house and a husband to kiss in the morning and starry nights on the porch and little kids running around near a garden in the back and a mailbox and a dog
I go back to December all the time
onlinejournals:
You get up in the morning light of a Saturday with just a shirt on. You stretch and say, “I gotta scratch my belly.” Laughter. “Doesn’t everybody scratch their belly when they wake up?” I hope forever we won’t have to dress and face whatever this truly is. But that comes, inevitably, when we get hungry enough for breakfast.
I appreciate winter evenings in my room. Miles away from everyone and a single phone call away from you.
danielaarchbold:
i think that being a writer or at least trying to feel remorse for every single thing that just so happens to encounter me, is so depressing and sometimes i just want to give this a break because i need to stop feeling so apathetic for things that do not belong to me, you do not belong to me, you are only a gift that i cannot manage to keep. like a puppy or a fish. i can’t keep...
developingfluid-deactivated2011 asked: Wow, your tumblr is ever so lovely. :)