Last Night

You know those moments…

The ones where, while it’s happening, time both seems to stop and yet speed up to an incredible rate. Where you suddenly are acutely aware of every single one of your senses, yet at the same time you don’t feel anything and it’s like you’re hovering above your own body, not quite there at all.

And when the moment ends you feel stunned. Then you re-live it. Over and over. You replay it in your head and reenact the scenario a million times, examining every single detail. Every glance. Every smile. Every movement. You get that odd feeling inside where your heart tightens up and you feel all warm inside. Your innards all feel like they’re both expanding out of your body, and yet shrinking away.

It aches. You think about the moment over and over and wish nothing more than to revisit it just one more time. Have those feelings again. Be in that moment of pure bliss just once more.

I love and hate those moments.

Saddest Realization

"Do you know what it’s like to give your whole self to a person, and your whole heart to boot, until you’ve got nothing left to give- and then realize that it still isn’t what they need?"

Right Now, I'm A Sucker For:

• forehead kisses
• sideneck kisses
• standing on my tiptoes to reach you
• quick hugs from behind
• grabbing your hand, and letting go too quickly 'cause i'm unsure
• your hands in my hair
• tasting the little bit of your tongue in my mouth
• and the way you kissed me last night when we were finally alone

I try my hardest not to give in, but could you blame me?

Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Of Course, I Will

Someone Who Won't Leave

I won't compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me (I won't compare you to a summer's day).
I won't kiss the tears from your cheeks whenever you cry.
I won't remember every appointment.
I won't keep the sheen on my armour.
I won't know what to say sometimes.
I won't get your order right.
I'll be late.
I'll fuck-up.

But I'll write something for you when you least expect it (in summer or winter).
But I'll hold you as tight as I can whenever I can.
But I'll burst through the door as soon as I remember.
But I'll polish it until it shines again.
But I'll say something anyway.
But I'll go back and make it right.
But I'll get there.
But I'll try.

Mike Feezy

Time Passes

Make Yourself

People actually think I have some kind of a fantastic imagination. It gets very lonesome.

The Time Traveler's Wife

The broken clock is a comfort, it helps me sleep tonight

Maybe it can stop tomorrow from stealing all my time

I am here still waiting though i still have my doubts

I am damaged at best, like you've already figured out

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing

With a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain is there is healing

In your name I find meaning

So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on

I'm barely holdin' on to you

The broken locks were a warning you got inside my head

I tried my best to be guarded, I'm an open book instead

I still see your reflection inside of my eyes

That are looking for a purpose, they're still looking for life

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing

with a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain is there is healing

In your name I find meaning

So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on

I'm barely holdin' on to you

I'm hangin' on another day

Just to see what you will throw my way

And I'm hanging on to the words you say

You said that I will, I'll be ok

The broken lights on the freeway left me here alone

I may have lost my way now, haven't forgotten my way home

I'm falling apart, I'm barely breathing

with a broken heart that's still beating

In the pain there is healing

In your name I find meaning

So I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on, I'm holdin' on

I'm barely holdin' on to you

Writing My Heart Out

Ever since I’ve met you, I’ve always wanted to get stuck in a elevator with you:

Going down, feeling up, & taking it completely to the next level.

Still Beating

That’s the thing about letting old lovers go. You don’t stop loving some of them. There are a couple you love no less than you ever did. Not to mention names…but I’m still in love with a couple. You’re not going to try and make it work again, but if they needed you, you’d drop everything.

— Tori Amos

Strange and Beautiful

I try to talk to you, but I don’t know what to say. I am afraid you don’t want me to say anything. So I don’t. But inside of me there are words waiting to come out.And tell you how I feel-like how I miss you. And how I love you despite my broken heart.And how I need you in my life. And especially how much I want you.But those words may forver stay in my heart-locked inside.Sometimes I wonder if there are words locked inside you too… but I’ll never know.
— Unknown

Definitely, Maybe

April: You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?

Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nightmare?

Every night I rush to my bed
With hopes that maybe I'll get a chance to see you
When I close my eyes I'm going out of my head
Lost in a fairytale, can you hold my hands and be my guide?

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

Sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Somebody pinch me, your love's too good to be true

My guilty pleasure, I ain't going no where
Baby long as you're here I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my

You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

I mention you when I say my prayers
I wrap you around all of my thoughts
Boy you're my temporary high

I wish that when I wake up you're there
To wrap your arms around me for real
And tell me you'll stay by side

Clouds filled with stars cover the skies
And I hope it rains, you're the perfect lullaby
What kinda dream is this?

You could be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't wanna wake up from you

Be Somebody

If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and everyday you have the opportunity to write a new page.
— Mark Houlahan

I Still Hold On

A Complete Unknown

Full of Win

Let's Burn Some Bridges, Baby

we don’t have to be lovers in this lifetime
just promise me i would be yours in another

let’s fall in love before time has had its first forever,
before infinite runs out of numbers
and before life ever knew of the word never

La Douleur Exquise

"Did I really love [him], or was I addicted to the pain, the exquisite pain, of wanting someone so unattainable. … And just like that I untied myself from [him], and I was free. But there was nothing exquisite about it."

Meet Joe Black

Love is passion, obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart. I’m not hearing any heart. Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because, the truth is there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love - well, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived.

The Killing of Yourself

You were my friend and I had the best times of my life with you. But these days, all this, all the stars you reached for, all the things you ached for, you've got them and you don't even know it. And all your fulfilled dreams have made you do, is try and rip everything else to pieces. Your hopes dipped in bitterness. That's why I hate it.

But It's Better If You Do

I want out of the labels. I don’t want my whole life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that’s not on the map. A real adventure. A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined. — Chuck Palahniuk

Unexpected

(702) I wish I could just hug you

(me) is that for me?

(702) ya...lifes a struggle..i just miss you. i wish we were together.

Chicks Before Dicks

Beware of the word friend. It can often be used by men or the women that love them to excuse the most unfriendly behavior. Personally, when I’m picking friends, I like the ones who don’t make me cry myself to sleep.”
— He’s Just Not That Into You

Angels and Kings

The Bibliography of Strings

And you taught me what this feels like.
And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.

Wicked Games

Low Low Low

The Sweetness

Sixteen Candles

I'm re-evaluating everything in my life. I feel lost again, like I did a few years back. That scares me. But nothing is helping. I need Beantown air to lift me up, I need focus.

11 things every woman deserves in life:

1. A friend who takes your side and has the guts to tell you when you’re wrong.
2. One item of clothing that instantly makes you feel twice as beautiful and half as nervous.
3. The occasional good cry, for no particular reason.
4. A man who just cannot get enough of your body.
5. At least as much pay as the guy at the next desk who does the same job.
6. A same-size friend with an incredible closet.
7. A really hot, really fast red car. Failing that, really hot red shoes you can run in.
8. The expensive toilet paper.
9. To sometimes lie back and take, take, take in bed.
10. A grandparent equivalent: wise, huggable, all ears.
11. A life in which you play the starring role.

Summer Love

Sweet Desposition

Picture Worth A 1,000 Words

Knife Fight

Whisper Wars

do you ever think we’re perfect for each other but we just have the same fatal flaw?

”

JGL

Hide And Seek

This HAS To Be True

where is the love?

you can’t see the rain but you can feel it, falling asleep on your skin in the afternoon. soft as powder while the sun’s still out, like a magic trick. and maybe i like things to be plain sometimes, maybe i like mud being inbetween my toes and maybe i like what “naked” means. maybe i was never trying to impress anyone. maybe the world needs less “impressive” people and more dreamers. more people who haven’t let the phrase “it means something to me” burn to the ground.

protect me from what i want

i am sick of formulas. i am sick of systems and concepts that are only sized to fit inside our head, but never thick enough to fill my heart. i need something more than the mathematical charts and explanation theories. i need it because even when all these answers run away the feelings never will. and i don’t want some shelf to leave the weight of my faith on, pretending this universe is a magic eight ball i can shake for a prediction. i need something more than the text, the hope, the safety blanket that reassures contradiction. i need a relationship with something, and i need to know it’s not at the tips of my fingers or hovering on the surface of my rational head. i need something that breaks the laws of rationality, because my heart does not speak the language. my soul does not intertwine with reality, cannot make sense of reason, and acknowledges a thousand things that exist outside the range of my words. and it needs to know that something unconditional exist. it needs to know that compassion is not some hoax we use to survive. it needs wonder to nourish it. it needs poetry to speak to it. stars that sit pure and wet with purpose to assure it. these mechanics of our actions can speak loudly to my head, but are silent to my heart. and that seems, to me, the most important thing to get through to. i don’t need a formula. i don’t need a reason to believe i’m not alone. i don’t need anything to validate my existence. i need something that speaks to my heart.

PleaseReadThis

"On this day, you read something that moved you and made you realise there were no more fears to fear. No tears to cry. No head to hang in shame. That every time you thought you’d offended someone, it was all just in your head and really, they love you with all their heart and nothing will ever change that. That everyone and everything lives on inside you. That that doesn’t make any of it any less real.


That soft touches will change you and stay with you longer than hard ones.


That being alone means you’re free. That old lovers miss you and new lovers want you and the one you’re with is the one you’re meant to be with. That the tingles running down your arms are angel feathers and they whisper in your ear, constantly, if you choose to hear them. That everything you want to happen, will happen, if you decide you want it enough. That every time you think a sad thought, you can think a happy one instead.


That you control that completely.


That the people who make you laugh are more beautiful than beautiful people. That you laugh more than you cry. That crying is good for you. That the people you hate wish you would stop and you do too.


That your friends are reflections of the best parts of you. That you are more than the sum total of the things you know and how you react to them. That dancing is sometimes more important than listening to the music.


That the most embarrassing, awkward moments of your life are only remembered by you and no one else. That no one judges you when you walk into a room and all they really want to know, is if you’re judging them. That what you make and what you do with your time is more important than you’ll ever fathom and should be treated as such. That the difference between a job and art is passion. That neither defines who you are. That talking to strangers is how you make friends.


That bad days end but a smile can go around the world. That life contradicts itself, constantly. That that’s why it’s worth living.


That the difference between pain and love is time. That love is only as real as you want it to be. That if you feel good, you look good but it doesn’t always work the other way around.


That the sun will rise each day and it’s up to you each day if you match it. That nothing matters up until this point. That what you decide now, in this moment, will change the future. Forever. That rain is beautiful.


And so are you."