January 2013
2 posts
“We found out a long time ago that we weren’t meant to fall in love with each...”
– Boy Meets Boy by David Levithan (via lostinthesounds)
Psychology Blog (Neurolove/psych-facts): 40... →
psych-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…
November 2012
2 posts
October 2012
2 posts
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...
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.
September 2012
19 posts
“All men fear death. It’s a natural fear that consumes us all. We fear death...”
– Ernest Hemingway, (Midnight In Paris)
“Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via ayomxmuzix)
“I’m afraid I’ll be a book that no one reads. Music that no one listens to...”
– Tablo (via cleamour)
“Human memories are too vague. Thinking something has color when it doesn’t,...”
– Obata Yuuki (via thefujoshi)
the worst lie is the one we tell ourselves
All these words I’ve written, all these crap about love, and letting someone in, and falling head over feet… it’s all a lie. Maybe that’s why I write about it, because I like the stories, I like them on a piece of paper, but I’m too scared to go out and give myself a real chance to fall in love again.
“We must stop wishing
and simply start the building
of the life we want.”
–
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson
(via tylerknott)
thesepaperbones:
you let the sand run through your fingers
while watching the sunset
because time cannot be stopped
and though someday you will be
not at all
you like to feel the seconds
as they pass along your hands
“Rehab from you
Cocaine kisses are sour as fuck. His lips tasted like nothing...”
August 2012
6 posts
“I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be...”
– (via m-inou)
If you're lucky
I’ve come to find that EVERYONE falls in love. You can fall in love with your child, maybe with your job, you can fall in love with life, with your projects, you can fall in love with your passion, you can fall in love with art, you can fall in love with nature, you can fall in love with traveling, with the world. And maybe, if you’re lucky enough, you can fall in love with someone...
“I want you and you are not here. I pause
in this garden, breathing the colour...”
– “Miles Away,” Carol Ann Duffy (via salty-dreams)
Just because you feel lonely doesn't mean you're...
Define those words. “Being in love”. And when you get the definition find just that. Nothing more, nothing less.
July 2012
2 posts
October 2011
6 posts
I swore to myself that she was the last person I’d let in my heart that way. That I wouldn’t let anyone make me feel that way, and if I ever felt that I was even a tiny bit close to falling for someone I would get up and leave without having second thoughts. Since she left, I promised myself that no one would ever make me feel the unbearable pain I felt when I couldn’t be with...
“I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness,...”
– Charles Bukowski (via lavandula)
Drug me
Baby this fever has got me hallucinating, I swear I saw you by my side but I looked again and it was empty. Baby make me ill, invade me. Your ghost has been on my passenger seat way too long. But please don’t disappear… you’ve made me crazy, but I love this kind of crazy. Baby your face is on the mirror giving me kisses on my back but you’re not really there. Oh I...
He stared at me and said: you’re not talking to me because you’re here with someone else. i got up my chair and went outside to have a smoke. It was true I think. Yes, it was very true. My legs started shaking a bit but I stood up to him and I didn’t let him kill me again. But you never get out of his hands alive, out of his sight alive. He hated the idea of me going on dates or...
3 tags
the lying days: He walks in the door and he tells... →
thelyingdays:
He walks in the door and he tells me that he’s in love with someone else. I don’t ask whom, because I know, and I can’t say that I blame him. She’s beautiful, and passionate, and a hell of a lot nicer than I am. I say, okay, and he crawls into bed with me and we go to sleep.
In the morning he…
“Always live your life in a way that you can sleep at night… that’s...”
September 2011
2 posts
4 tags
These Ghost Kisses
poemsofthesoul:
Ghosts live on my lips
Where lovers’ tongues
Used to twist and kiss
Then leave.
And they haunt me,
Echoing in every
Lovely moment.
The gone-by memories
Of despise.
I got fed up
With those lies.
But when you kiss me
Slow and gentle
I feel myself
Leaving traces of my ghosts
Among these kisses,
As the things I say
Have all been said before
And these ghost...
Thinking: A curse
Thinking about the messes we make and people who clean after us, the messes we clean for others and the messes we leave behind to rot
Thinking about the ghosts who haunt us at night, picking at us, robbing us of our sleep, reminding us of every mistake, every regret, every monster we have in us
Thinking of lost loves and why we let them die in the first place, why we lost sight of them somewhere...
August 2011
2 posts
real love
Most people love us once they get to know us , it takes time and effort but they finally love us. But some people, and this is rare, love us before they knew us and after they know our darkest thoughts and ugly secrets, they still love us, even if they have no reason to, they just do, and they will love us forever, no matter what. I should be so lucky…
4 tags
closet. this is not my own.
clairejohnsen:
“As the electric went out, and the covers opened up; the candles wouldn’t light, but it’s not like we tried. Our hearts beat and our minds raced; the sound of Music turned into the sound of warm breath and the feel of fingers. We traced our bodies and kissed our lips. We fell to pieces with no intentions of being put back together.”
July 2011
3 posts
likethesun:
Life really isn’t as defined as people think it is… I mean all of these rules and expectations that most people feel they have to abide by are all created out of thin air. Of course it takes effort to nourish our lives, but life doesn’t always have to be so serious all the time. It’s here for us to enjoy and to experience and to learn and to be happy!
Maybe my thoughts are writing themselves away as I run out of ways of explaining the unexplainable. Maybe I’m just tired of the same chain, of the circles I keep walking around on. The same old circles that always bring me back to the same place, the same bed. And I keep trying to revive old ghosts only to find out they are more more dead every time I come around. I ran out of excuses and lies to...
June 2011
23 posts
the lying days: I know every detail, every line,... →
thelyingdays:
I know every detail, every line, every contour of your face. I know the way your hair sits just so, and the way it sticks up in every direction, the way your eyes are tired and bleary when you wake. I know your long, skinny legs and the way the tapping of your foot keeps time when you play guitar….
Lovewars
myinkstainedheart:
Some wars are meant to be fought alone while there are those, you shall not, on your own- like fighting for love, for an example, because dear, if you are, even before you mounted the saddle you have already lost the war.
philosophicalcatlady123:
I’m not going to look for love, anymore. I’m going to let it find me.
