February 2012
17 posts
Noun:
A line that marks the limits of an area; a dividing line.
A limit of a subject or sphere of activity.
We’ll build our fortress
To keep them out
And in a world gone silent
I’ll be your sound
And if they try to hurt you
I’ll tear them down
Feeling low and creeped up upon like monsters lurking in the sewage waiting for me to walk above the gaps in the drains to lunge at me leaving me with nothing but the living lights scared out of me.This dreary weary feeling is so burdening. Idk how to be rid of it to feel normal again. Feels like im walking along the rims of the gates of hell with nothing to pull me back up to earth, much less...
I had an eyelash to make a wish.
The first thing I wished for was to get over you.
“You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer ( Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close)
“Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces...”
– Thomas Schell / The Renter, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer (via were-cat)
They say time heals all wounds, well let’s see how it deals with this one
I promise you, Never Again.
People can do you all the wrongs in the world, and they come back with just an apology and they expect you to accept it. Worst of all, you do and right when you do, they repeat the exact same thing they apologised for, and it cums full circle.
January 2012
23 posts
Everything has its Time
“How the unforgettable faces of dusk would blend to her, the myriad footsteps, a...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
via liquidnight (via frenchtwist)
“Is this the end of the moment or just a beautiful unfolding of a love that will...”
Building stills to keep us here. now.
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December 2011
19 posts
Your blood-red eyes, the wrath of the Moon Your insatiable thirst for Greatness Ashes, ashes Afterall, dinosaurs lived too
