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Posted 3 hours ago
I am selfish, private and easily bored. Will this be a problem?
Neil Gaiman, A Study in Emerald (via 00-37)

(Source: vanished)

Posted 11 hours ago

Having to go to work when the weather finally makes sense. Lousy. Lame. Whatever, weather.

Posted 11 hours ago
Posted 1 day ago

I babbled.

I babbled until the subject wasn’t floating in the air.

I babbled until I thought I said something funny.

I babbled until I felt like what I said was worth your time.

I babbled until I realized it was hopeless.

I babbled until you fell asleep.

I babbled and pretended not to know I wasn’t going to have to run after I was finished babbling.

Posted 1 day ago

Listening to snores through a phone.

Usually I’d hang up.

But I put the phone on my chest where I know you’d be.

I’m torn. You’re torn.

I’m afraid if I hang up I wont come back.

I run away. I always run.

Sorry if I run.

Posted 1 day ago

wallflowerbloom:

No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Dead Poets Society, 1989)

Posted 2 days ago

palmofeyelids:

(spends 2 pointless years blogging on the blue website) its a metaphor

Posted 3 days ago

Sometimes I clean the house and my dad gives me beer as a reward.

Posted 3 days ago
Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation
Alex Turner (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
Posted 3 days ago

My words, your time.

Buried your face in my chest

Then in the nook between my shoulder and neck

You took a deep breathe and buried yourself deeper,

as you let everything go, you gave into rest

I turned to kiss your head through your hair

We say this isn’t fair

And did nothing to stop it, like we almost didn’t care

Your porcelain skin

That I touched, throwing caution to the wind

No concern for the trouble that we’re in

You thank me for my words

I thank you for your time

As I hold your hand in mine

You sang in my ear, and my heart swelled up. The way you took off my hat and my glasses and slowly held me, laid me down, held me close, and touched my skin, drawing back with your hand pressed shameful in your face, I’m caught up in my head and wondering what’s in yours. Do you remember your words or are they drunken slurs, I can never tell, but I’m drowning in your gaze, please tell me it’s okay, sing in my ear again, pull me closer, make me think we’re going to release.

Do you notice when I’m not around?

Are you aware it’s not me you’re kissing now?

How can you love me and touch somebody else

Am I missing something, I can never tell

I’m all these miles away

But in these memories I can’t stay

I only ask one thing, remember me

I’m not who I was and I will never be the one I need to be

If you made me in your head, that’s okay, keep me there

One day I’ll hold you and maybe then it will be fair