February 2011
35 posts
WatchFreedom to finally taste all that I have been chasing And now that it’s here Not amused, dear, at just how much time I am wasting But the nights we stayed up all too late
—Troubled :: Land of Talk
You know you’ve got me You know you’ve...
“Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes. She has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve. Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag.She’s the one lovingly looking over the...
WatchPeople like us, half of them think things will never work out. The other half believe in magic.
It seems every time we interact, I find myself looking for some bit of information I’ve missed. Something that warns me, subsides me, or something that gives me a reason to fight. All of which I am equally scared of. So here I am, over-analyzing all these new details…
But you just keep reminding me of why I came to you in the first place.
And reasoning aside, the truth still...
I wanna grow old, but not with you Don’t wanna...
This morning you read things written to someone else. Things that weren’t ever meant to be read, or even glanced at. And your only reaction was to read more. You did not freak out or get awkward-you seemed appreciative. Like you felt…trusted…to hold so many of my thoughts in your hands.
You read letters I wrote to him, too. The most honest writing I’ve got. The most...
Writing is supposed to be therapeutic. But sometimes it’s not. Sometimes, it makes me wish words didn’t exist. Because no matter how beautiful they can be, no matter how eloquent or endless their potential may seem, they will always fail to express how I feel or what I think. They will fail quite miserably.
Then starts a vicious circle. I write in attempt to clear my head. But...
ONE. DAY.
I’ll take a few steps, heavy with morning and the promise of caffeine, into my “office.” A beep will go off, but it’ll be quite different from the one that woke me up. I’ll push a few buttons-a number I know by hand, but doubtfully by heart.
I won’t turn the lights on just yet, I’d rather wait for the moment my eyes are willing. A small walk...
the powerless pirate came through the window to...
Dear, though the night is gone, Its dream still haunts to-day, That brought us to a room Cavernous, lofty as A railway terminus, And crowded in that gloom Were beds, and we in one In a far corner lay.
Our whisper woke no clocks, We kissed and I was glad At everything you did, Indifferent to those Who sat with hostile eyes In pairs on every bed, Arms round each other’s necks, Inert...
