We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each other. But a part of me still fell in hope with him.Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan (via lostinthesounds)
- 31st January
2013 - 31
- 31st January
2013 - 31
Psychology Blog (Neurolove/psych-facts): 40 Interesting Dream Facts
- Every human dreams. There are tons of people who can’t remember their dreams when they wake up, but they still get them
- Human beings spend roughly around 6 years of their lifetime dreaming
- Sometimes we dream outside of our REM sleep (Rapid Eye Movement)
- Thousands of years…
- 26th November
2012 - 26
(Source: betweenlegs, via sexb0mb-0mbs)
- 26th November
2012 - 26
(via sexcake)
- 10th October
2012 - 10
Slowly
You know it kills you slowly…
It’s a pain, in my chest, in my throat, I can’t explain it, words can’t describe it. I can’t cry. Tears won’t come out. It’s much more painful than that. They say endings are just new beginnings, but this is the end of the end. The point of no return. The knowledge that I will never, in this life, see his face again, feel him close again. And the way his kisses felt seems to vanish. I can’t remember some things, and that’s what hurts most. He’s fading, all the memories, slowly going away and haunting me at the same time. Leaving but staying. How I wish with all my soul he was here, with all of me, that he was here. But he simply is not, and will never come back. How I wish with all my being he was back. And knowing he’s not and he won’t kills me.
You know… it kills you slowly.
- 10th October
2012 - 10
It’s amazing how at one point in our lives we will be extremely close with someone and then later they will become a complete stranger. You will pass by them without a word. Without a single acknowledging look. This person, who once knew you so well, who once knew your fears, your desires, your dreams, your past, is now walking right past you, seeing right through you.
(Source: deadlyvibes, via snowbirds)
- 26th September
2012 - 26
All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death because we feel that we haven’t loved well enough or loved at all, which ultimately are one and the same. However, when you make love with a truly great woman, one that deserves the utmost respect in this world and one that makes you feel truly powerful, that fear of death completely disappears. Because when you are sharing your body and heart with a great woman the world fades away. You two are the only ones in the entire universe. You conquer what most lesser men have never conquered before, you have conquered a great woman’s heart, the most vulnerable thing she can offer to another. Death no longer lingers in the mind. Fear no longer clouds your heart. Only passion for living, and for loving, become your sole reality. This is no easy task for it takes insurmountable courage. But remember this, for that moment when you are making love with a woman of true greatness you will feel immortal.Ernest Hemingway, (Midnight In Paris)(Source: themixedtape-cm, via themixedtape-cm)
- 26th September
2012 - 26
Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.
- 26th September
2012 - 26
- 21st September
2012 - 21
- 12th September
2012 - 12
New book. Make Magic Do Good. Coming soon! (Taken with Instagram)
- 12th September
2012 - 12
I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to anymore. I’m afraid I’ll be abandoned like a movie playing in an empty theater.Tablo (via cleamour)(Source: dreamongood, via my-little-something)
- 12th September
2012 - 12
“So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!” - Jonathan Safran Foer
Consider just a few of the endless ways in which someone can leave. They can exit, depart, evacuate, move out, move on, break away, shove off, part ways, quit, hit the road, withdrawl, disappear, vanish, desert, scram, abandon, escape. All synonimous. All with the same endings, each with different stories. In the end you’re alone, but would you rather abandon, break away, or escape from someone? Would you rather have some one abandon, break away, or escape from you? I’ve had people vanish. I’ve been abandoned. I’ve abandoned. I’ve had to escape. I’ve parted ways, with some more graciously than with others. I’ve quit; quit trying, quit allowing, quit excusing.
I’m balls deep in funk today. I’ve been letting people go, lately. People I thought I’d never let go of. People I vowed to love forever. People I thought would never want to leave. People who promised would stay forever. People I hadn’t even noticed were here until they weren’t. I’m not sure how to continue this. I love people. I think. Most days I do. Most days I’m at the ready, leaning against my doors. Hundreds of thousands of people is a lot of people. But I’m propped open to ease traffic. I’m handing out balloons made from flower petals or bunches of sunshine packed in tiny chinese takeout boxes to welcome and farewell anyone that wants. But there are some days (like today) when I’ve run out of things to give out. Days I’m exhausted. Days when I don’t want to be open. I want to stay closed. I want to stay with those inside, safe and have everyone stay safe outside. A ‘Sorry! We’re closed’ sign should work just fine. To fit snug around my heart I’ll need it size small, please. But that sounds a bit like hostage taking, doesn’t it? A bit like intolerance, doesn’t it? Most days are not like today. Most days I remember that I trust and love people. Most days I know the universe loves me. But today is a weird day. Today I’m afraid of letting you in only to have you leave. Everyone always leaves. And I’ve accepted and loved that life lesson. The universe gifts and takes and gifts again. But I just can’t handle another loss right now. Not after last night. Not today. I know that just because I want something does not mean it’ll happen. I know that growing up sometimes means growing apart. I know that just because things used to be doesn’t mean they will always be. But sometimes I just miss you so much. Sometimes I want to call just to hear your voice. But you’ve left. You’re gone. And I know that I would one hundred times over pick being alone over being somewhere I’m not wanted. And I would much rather invest my time and energy and love into someone who needs and appreciates them. But sometimes I wish we’d never left each the other.
- 12th September
2012 - 12
(Source: staypozitive, via my-little-something)
- 10th September
2012 - 10
Stripes
(via forever-and-alwayss)
