December 2010
15 posts
adomania
dictionaryofobscuresorrows:
n. the crushing sense that the future is arriving ahead of schedule, that all those years with fanciful names like “2011” are bursting from their hypothetical cages into the arena of the present, furiously bucking the grip of your expectations while you lean and slip in your saddle, one hand reaching for reins, the other waving up high like a schoolkid who finally...
i'm never letting myself get my hopes up again.
because i create all this shit in my head. i plan everything out. and when something small happens to another small thing, well, for anyone else it could just be a slight dissapointment, oh well, they’ll get over it; but for me it’s taking down all of those little scenarios i planned in my head, things i created. stupid stupid things that never would have happened anyway. i need to...
i’m letting it all go letting the universe take all of my worries
i don’t want people to know what’s going on inside my head because i know they don’t see how they really are and i’d rather that they don’t have to. recently i’m seeing the honest to god worst in the people i’ve always thought of as gods. i don’t understand how i’ve been...
wiildandfreee:
honestly, i don’t know anyone anymore. i make such an effort and when i need it the most i’m left alone in my room. i’m completely out of the loop. all i fucking want for christmas is him and ice skating at the frog pond with kami and shopping and getting good grades and him and not having a life and him and not to be lied to and him. i don’t want things to go back to normal. i...
moon
moon. in-between my fingers. you are slipping slipping slipping.
hold onto your most fragile hopes in the hopes that you may alleviate some misgivings of life.
tell the stars not to shine. see if they do. does this prove to you how small you are in the scheme of things? you are the atoms within a particle of dust. so small, so replaceable. fragile with the scent of snow.
repose, unfold,...
it’s different it’s different it’s different and you don’t get it. you don’t care. it’s not that i can’t. and it’s not that i don’t want to. it’s that i don’t have to. i know that she likes homeware for gifts and she knows that i want to wear flowers in my hair at my wedding. why don’t you know that? why can’t you call...
autumn leaves intermingling with auburn hair. nervous glances and gentle breathes. humble humble humble, be humble humble humble. remind me of my soaring thoughts and every day thats ever seen another. i tell myself to quiet my wandering mind and be in that moment, just be in that moment. i hate the smiths, but please please please let me get what i want. flowers. the smell of flowers. wander...
rebirth →
in the wake of our new lives, we airily step forward, resting our feet gently on each stone in our hopeful pathways; our troubled and rebellious pasts hanging their heads behind us. each new advancement is calculated with care and a sober mind, as our hearts are finally free to soar. no longer are we preoccupied with our social standing or former misconceptions, but rather we listen with unblocked...
wiildandfreee:
palms sweating. heart racing. face getting redder by the minute. my stomache is swirling like a tornado. but this feeling is like magic. like unicorn crack. i can say positively that i have never been more hopeful. oh god. i have to shave my legs…
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overthinker. she steps out into the rain with her red mermaid hair and fades to grey. drip. drip. drop. finding solace in stormy skies and unfinished cups of tea. mouth dry with painful, hollow words. “don’t let this ruin you”. soak yourself in sunless mornings, frosted grass, and cold winds whipping you awake. let the water keep you sane. rain rain, stay with me. push me out so far to sea. at the...
wiildandfreee:
I lay my head down gently on your brimming chest. My cup runneth over. Your breaths reach to the bottom of the ocean, than climb back up the mountains. warm hands, baritone heart beats, measured breaths.
i literally am writing a novel 95% of the time in my head….
my hair is on the way to red again and i've never...
wiildandfreee:
i am red hair. it doesn’t rule over me, no, it just is a part of me. like, my eyes are brown, i have freckles, i like my english or irish breakfast tea with three lumps and two milks, my favourite movie is the little mermaid, i want a cottage in ireland on a green hill rolling down to the ocean, i love the name owen, i am 5’10, and red hair belongs on my head.
-bigred<3
oh my god.
wiildandfreee:
i never really got it when people were like, “my stomache’s doing backflips”, and right now my stomache is doing backflips. holy shit.
he’s “down”.
what. what do i do now. i’ve never come this far. oh my god. i feel dumb. i don’t want to fuck this up. oh my god.
wiildandfreee:
just become dust. decay, break apart, dissolve. dust dust dust. dust on the window sill. dust on the cats. dust on the couches. dust in your eyes. swallow me by accident. for i am dust. and i will always be with you.