September 2009
my mind has been on a swing today. happiness resonates within me, making its way past my fingertips. threads of anxiety wind themselves around thin branches, or fingers. a dreamy sort of insanity is in the air, and my priorities bleed into one another.
Watchthis is lovely.
Bold the things that are true.
thedarlingchild:
breathingvioletfog:withoureyesclosed:frogsandcrowns:myslowdanceontheinside:
I am a cuddler I am a morning person I am a perfectionist I am a night person I am an only child I am Catholic (i was baptized Catholic, but i don’t really consider myself one) I am currently in my pajamas I am currently suffering from a broken heart I am okay at styling other people’s hair I am...
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all i want is to fall into creased sheets. so badly. too bad i have to write a guitar solo, and wake at 5:30 for senior sunrise.
i really need to sleep.
wow, people on omegle get really offended when you mention the game. first person: “ur gay.” second person: “go to hell.” third person: “i lose.” then a while later, “i’m the third person, so fuck you” fourth person: “M SO HAPPY! BECAUSE I’M NOT TALKING TO YOU! XD” fifth person: “what game?” sixth person:...
“I want you, but you’re there and I am here and I can’t help but miss you every...”
– (via eletheowl)
yesterday, he and i filled our eyes, ears, and...
it’s past midnight, and there’s school tomorrow. at least my mind is untangled and my math homework is finished, or at least looks like it. i hope my eyes aren’t swollen when i wake.
soft outsides, tense insides.
hooray, irony.
if you want boys to talk to you, get a boyfriend.
less than 3 hours
until my sanity is temporarily restored.
rumpled sheets of discontent. under starlight, turning away from the one you gaze at in sunlight. shards of words fuse together and form something larger. butterfly wings in murky water, chocolate horizon. the presence of exhaustion, the uncertainty of longing, the manner in which i comprehend things. mindfully pushed aside. small and pointed ideas unravel my mind. his paranoia causes mine to...
can someone please force me to stop eating the brownie-oatmeal cookie batter?
i was filled with words just a moment ago, but they escaped through my sleepy eyes.
goals for tomorrow
1. start 365. 2. write a poem. 3. decide on a quote, baby picture, and an “i remember when”. 4. run for at least 30 minutes. 5. paint. 6. wash dishes. 7. put away clothes. 8. powderpuff practice at 7. 9. make a skirt out of a plaid shirt. 10. work on senior binder. 11. wear doc martens around the house. 12. research colleges. 13. write 1,000 words worth of memories. 14. allow myself to...
To couples:
destinedfordust:
You’re not gonna promise to each other that you will not disappoint one another, because at some point you will. What is important is you don’t go away, you don’t escape, you don’t leave one another just because you were disappointed. That’s the meaning of fidelity.
How long ago since your last proper kiss?
emmawrites:
jon-morgan:
doe-eyes:
andthemachine:
littlejames:
3 months :/
two and a half months, feels much longer
6 days.
8 days.
LIKE A YEARRRRRRRR. haha james, dont feel :/
8 days, which is toooo long.
the walls are growing thinner, the air devours the dust and produces sounds that are twice as loud. an endless line shrinks to the size of a frayed shoelace.
i long to grasp your hand and skip to the nearest time machine.
10037.) I never want to see the day when I'm in...
(via blogsecret)
Bold the truth
sugarcreamcandy:
medusenerveuse:
deadwildcat:
itsdefinitelypaige:popozao:christinerneener:ajfortherawr:sillydragpoes:kelsoisprettyodd:fakeid:khallelalaine: shakingtambourine: I‘ve never watched Titanic. I’ve never read Pride and Prejudice. I’ve never been drunk. I’ve never played Laser Tag. I’ve never skipped in a public place. I’ve never sung at an inappropriate moment. I’ve never cried...
“i can’t read sheeit.” -guy in my guitar class when we were trying to read sheet music.
i might actually get to see him this weekend! hoorayyyyy.
driving past sunflower fields reminds me of when you nestled one in my hair.
wideeyedhippiechild:
lickystickypickyme:
Bob...
i love the idea of murder.
dollupandsleepwalk:
geegeegeegee:
i love the thought of ripping someone to pieces with my bare hands.
i love the possibilty that i could make someone bleed and hear bones break with a quick movement of my arms.
IS THIS WRONG?!
<3
sounds weird, but my boyfriend’s thoughts are pretty similar to this. he thinks it’s fascinating.
