March 2012
when my phone doesn't have enough battery to let... →
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matchstick girl.
She stands outside, cigarette in her hand.
Even though the world tells her “It’ll kill you, don’t you understand?”
She’s only nineteen, with the world at her feet,
Yet there’s something she’s missing, she’s a little incomplete.
Standing outside contemplating her world,
If her life were a letter, the ink is smudged, the paper curled.
Late...
Damn it. We still have unfinished business. We both moved on, but we were too stubborn to realise we still liked each other.
“In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into...”
– Albert Schweitzer (via chandelierskies)
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I want you so much. God knows I’ve wanted you all the months we didn’t speak. I just persuaded my stubborn self that I’d made the right decision, when all I wanted was you again. And now I have you, right there. And it feels so good to be able to get straight back to where we were. I missed you so. And now, well, I hope we make it.
where-the-heart-is:
Watch and listen and cry...
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lightsandsparks:
Sea reflecting sister sky dancing across mirrors. Even in their old age, still complaining of how one always upstages the other. The sea tossed halibut at the sky & the sky, she rains on her sister, causing such a ruckus. Sometimes in the ruffled pockets of time, one can witness them being still and silent, mirroring one another until the world’s breathe trails off, into...
“We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl up against a...”
– John C. Moffi (via themata)
I would love to be able to call you my boyfriend. To be able to place that official label on us would give me such honour. To tell the world that we know each other, that I love you, with no exceptions and no reservations, yet at the same time have our own little world that nobody else understands. It’s just a shame you don’t feel the same. I hope one day that you might.
Don’t feel unusual for having high expectations of lovers or relationships. In modern society, we settle for the brand, for the image thrust upon us, grinding our brains into a crucible of nothing more than a lust for body image. Take the time to rekindle the love of the personality. Understand that the mind can be a more beautiful thing than the exteriors. A house may look beautiful on the...
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“Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only...”
– Henry Ward Beecher
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I wrote a little something on the train home today. It goes a little like this…
The stream trickles, rushing over stones and scrambling over bones of the earth. The rays of the sun hit the field, a myriad of colours. They sparkle and the jewels in the girl’s necklace shimmer and swirl. The wind brushing through on a summer’s day, the faint chime of the bells echoing into the...
