Goodbye May, and hello June.
elvedon asked: white.
hopeful and light in existence
hopeful and light in existence
Anonymous asked: How old are you?
in-raptures: Everyone’s jumping ship.
I won't be sorry to see this month end.
jenna2step: If you catch me out of the corner of your eye and I’m smiling a bit more than I used to be, it’s just because some tow-truck came along to hoist me out of the ditch and now I’ve got my headlights pointed in the right direction again. That being said, it’s been hard to press my foot to the pedal and pretend like there weren’t a lot of wrong turns or detours or times when I felt like I...
mynameiselly: “I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.” — Alan Watts
Why did you build me, if all you wanted to do, was knock me down. Why did you...– I Wrote This For You | The Questions Buildings Ask
inertiatic asked: Your URL haiku is far and beyond the best I've seen.
Behind the URL.
ler: littlebirdsings: cagedswallow: nuncintellego: lilysofthefield: tragicverse: Haiku Challenge. I want you to write about your URL, Simple and sweet, in Haiku. This girl sits in a field of lilys listening as her heart beats words Nunc Intellego I have learned so much this year I understand now. fly little bird, fly do not self-destruct, it is harder to catch you. it is...
dearoldlove: For what it’s worth (which obviously isn’t much), I’d have given you the world.
inertiatic: Yes, we have emptied ourselves before today but this flow inside doesn’t stop - not with Time, not with heartache, not with anything from this world or any other. It stirs in our bellies, it causes the galaxies in our atoms to spin, our muscles to shake and shiver long past Winter. We let our smiles speak - you don’t have to pretend to save us, we’ve already done that ourselves and...
lionspirit: Did you plan it? My turn, the burn That lead to my stagnant state. Perhaps, you’ll blame the booze, or even better fate.
May 29, 2011
I have so much to say, but no reason to say it.
Maybe it’s not my weekend, nor my week, nor my month, nor my season but it’s going to be my year.
Regrets and mistakes -- they are memories made.
See, people come into your life for a reason. They might not know it themselves,...– After the Wreck, I Picked Myself Up, Spread My Wings, and Flew Away, Joyce Carol Oates
Old friend: Missed call (late the night before)
Me: Hey, what's up? (the next morning)
Old friend: Pocket dial.
I've been bad at being alive lately.
I didn’t understand what you said, and neither did google translate.
entropicarus: i’ve only been wrong one time in my entire life, and that was when i thought i had made a mistake, but i actually hadn’t.
I wanted so very badly to be un-inlove with you.
ineff: I would lying straight through my teeth if I said I was okay.
As tightly as you held on to me, I’ll allow the past to slip through my fingertips into the hands of time.
The winter I told you I think icicles are magic you stole an enormous icicle...– Andrea Gibson, Maybe I Need You
No one has it all. But they might have all they need.
vulgivagus: Yesterday, I slept until it was today I missed the night and the very dawn I waited for still it didn’t matter because today I shall sleep a century.
You are more than a list of mistakes and if anyone tells you otherwise, let it...– I Wrote This For You
yellowbricks: Loneliness is lonely. I miss being in love and I miss being loved and I miss belonging to someone and I miss having someone to tell important things to and I worry that my missing those things will affect the choices I make and get me into trouble and I worry that I’ll forever feel like a dust mote floating around without anywhere to settle.
But I won’t be no runaway Cause I won’t run No I won’t be no runaway What makes you think I’m enjoying being led to the flood We got another thing coming undone That’s taking forever — Runaway | The National
And I knew at once, I was not magnificent. — Bon Iver | Holocene
I can’t feel that. It’s sweet and everything, but it’s like you’re not even...– Perks of Being A Wallflower
I don’t know how to write. There’s no punch line: I just don’t know how to do it. Each time I sit down to write, it’s like being in one of those nightmares where you forget how to swim. (Don’t you have those nightmares?) In these dreams, I am aware that I learned how to swim, once, but I can’t seem to put this knowledge into action, and so I’m drowning. It’s quite unpleasant and I know it...
Currently: Adele Tumblr Work (necessarily in that order)
noctivagant-: It was me and then there was you, all of us. With tears in our eyes and heaviness in our hearts, heaviness that we did not know what to do with until that very moment we let it all go. We sat in silence some moments, nothing but the simple in and out of our breaths, the background murmurs and quiet laughs. We were speechless not for a loss of what to say, but that there was too...
I like people too much, or not at all.– Sylvia Plath
skeletales: Does anybody ever feel so lonely it hurts? Sometimes I feel like I am the only person on earth, at night when nobody is awake. It hurts so bad. I live in fear that I will die regretting my life choices.