December 2008
“I was bad news for you just because I never meant to hurt you.”
– Elliott Smith
“Do they live unhappily ever after?
Of course.
Do they undo their mistakes...”
– Poetry 365: Parable of the Four-Poster, Erica Jong
Resolution: stop kissing people I do not want to kiss.
November 2008
Is it bad
havent-got-a-prayer:
ohknow:
That I feel like I need to find someone just as heartbroken as me to have a relationship with? I think we could mend eachothers hearts.
So I am in New York
jacobbijani:
next step: find somewhere to live.
Three+ hours till I’m back there for a very short three weeks.
And I vote Brooklyn, but that’s just me (and my dislike of most places above Gramercy).
finallyseeing:
“I like coming home, writing this, and falling asleep while still smelling like him.”
- written in my personal journal, 14 November 2007.
There was a time when this was my world, and I can’t begin to explain how much I want it back.
There are certain smells that make me cry, just because of things like this.
I hate tumblr crushes
havent-got-a-prayer:
shesapsycho:
sunlit-skies:
It makes my expectation of love in the real world higher, thus, more impossible than it already is. Through tumblr I have discovered that there are people who are kind, talented, wonderful, and all kinds of beautiful on the inside
as well on the outside. A rule for life in general is that a person cannot have both because it will disturb some...
“Do nothing, love, don’t ever change. Change only words to music. And let...”
– unknown
“What else in this room reminds me of the relationship I’ve ruined?”
– Owen
“Now you’re laughing through the wind, swearing we won’t do it again.”
– Minus the Bear
“What is that feeling when you’re driving away from people and they recede on the...”
– Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via meganmalice) (via havent-got-a-prayer)
“as each of us wants the other
watching at the end,
as both want not to leave...”
– Poetry 365: Love Poem with Toast, Miller Williams
“When you come home to me, smelling like booze and singing his tunes, I’m...”
– Owen
no.
I had a dream last night, in my bed for the first time in about four months. We were in love. We had sex. We were incredible together.
I could not sit through post-dinner conversation because it was too much about you.
I cannot stay here.
“I wish that people who are conveniently supposed to love each other would just...”
– Kurt Vonnegut
“They just want to see what happens when they tear the world apart; they want to...”
– Donnie Darko
“This poem is the poem I am writing because we aren’t speaking, and it is making...”
– Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz (via finallyseeing) (via brokenmachine) (via dilaudid)
“What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?”
– Poetry 365: Those Winter Sundays, Robert Hayden
