April 2010
11 posts
“what we have here is a dreamer. somebody completely out of touch with reality....”
– Jeffrey Eugenides (via girlmeetsdream)
“Why love me?
Because out of everyone, all who have been drawn towards my...”
When I like a person, I actually like them. It’s not one of those three day crush type things. It is hardcore, can’t get my mind off them, thing. And that’s why I haven’t liked all that many people. But I eventually get over them when I find someone new. But with him, no matter who I find, I can’t erase him. He’s going to be the one I’ll always like...
“there is gold falling from the heartbeat of this girl.”
– (via girlmeetsdream)
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“you meant the world to me, if only i could have told you one minute before our...”
– (via girlmeetsdream)
“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius”
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“no more dreaming like a girl so in love with the wrong world”
March 2010
46 posts
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“the past is only the future with the lights on.”
“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can...”
– Alex Tan (via allkindsofwonderful)
“i left you cried. you left, i died.”
“and what will you do with a girl if she’s refusing to be alive?”
– laura marling (via girlmeetsdream)
In movies, in Tv shows, in books and stories, the main character always falls in love more than once. He dates the slut, the tomboy, the psychotic, and finally he finds the perfect one. But every so often the author doesn’t do such a good job classifying his exes and he ends up loving the wrong one. Our favorite character, the one he should be with, remains on page 212, frozen with a broken...
i wish i wasn’t so hopelessly boring. so odly discomfited and socially awkward that people grow bored and restless simply talking to me, like they’d prefer to be somewhere else, with someone else. and i hate myself for that. I hate the way i can’t excite a soul, can’t carry on a conversation, or make someone laugh. So willing to please that I stumble over my words, too many...
In movies, best friends always fall in love. Theres always a bad boy that captures the heart of the girl, crushing it before she realizes she has given it in the first place. The best friend is there, to wipe her tears, to dry her cheeks, to tell her she deserves so much more. In movies, best friends always fall in love. I’ve been tricked and cheated on, broken and crushed only to be brought...
“Imagining the future is a kind of nostalgia. (…) You spend your whole life stuck...”
– Looking for Alaska by John Green (via rainbowballz) (via effyeahnerdfighters) (via onthewing) (via alissaa)
Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release. table, ivory elephant charm, rainbow, onion, hairdo, violence, melodrama, honey…None of it moved her. She addressed the world honestly,...
Just a little bit of magic:
admit that the waters around you have grown, and accept it that soon you’ll be drenched to the bone. — bob dylan
perhaps the most fascinating and mysterious universe of all is the one within us — carl sagan
she take just like a woman, she makes love just like a woman, and she aches just like a woman, but she breaks just like a little girl - bob dylan
Time has run...
Words. I was never good with words. There are those than can string the most ordinary words together and magically transform them into a message, into a secret. I have so many thoughts, so much depth to my mind yet my words lack substance. I can’t manage to jumble them together fir for a second grader. You were always a words person. You always knew what to say. Even when I troubled you with the...
“Give me these moments back
Give them back to me
Give me that little kiss
Give...”
– This Woman’s Work by Greg Laswell
I used to have hope, I used to have purpose. I don’t need to tell the story of what happens next, because you’ve heard it all before. He brought me up, only to bring me down further than I had began. He broke me, he crushed me. Blah, Blah, Blah. There was no hope left in me, I had no purpose. I was angry and hated myself because I couldn’t find a way to resolve this, couldn’t find a way to become...
“if i could wake up in a different place, at a different time, could i wake up as...”
I hate that feeling when your soul drops. sometimes you may be able to detect its onset, but normally its just out of the blue. Triggered by a phrase in a song i hear often but have never really listened to. or a car driving by that looks like yours. or even something undetectable.something that makes me sense your presence, see your eyes, feel you all around me, yet so far away.