Does she not realize that the things she says are like tracker missiles? Aimed haphazardly, thrown out without any care, they still make their way to the target. Tracker missiles, always programmed to hit and destroy the biggest source of heat in the area. Too bad it wasn’t her ego; turns out my heart is warmer than that. And yet, it proved to be my downfall. And with the absence of...
What's holding you back from holding back?
No matter how careful you are, there’s always going to be the sense that you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that falling heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should have been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will be someday. This is...
The demons are out again. What can I say? ‘Twas not I who let them out. The lady doth protest too much… But they’re out, and they’re hungry. They’re scared, but they have each other, and there’s strength in numbers. Unlike us; we’re much too alone. At least they have the same intentions, even if they’re not the most beneficial ones. You can...
To say ‘I love you’, one must first learn how to say the...– Howard Roark
It's not the look of your eyes, it's the look in...
You Found Me.
Where were you when everything was falling apart? All my days were spent by the telephone That never rang, and all I needed was a call That never came to the corner of First and Amistad Lost and insecure, you found me, you found me. Lyin’ on the floor, surrounded, surrounded. Why’d you have to wait? Where were you? Where were you? Just a little late…you found me, you found me. ...
It’s a crazy idea that you were made, perfectly for me.– Katy Perry
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep.
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am in a thousand winds that blow, I am the softly falling snow. I am the gentle showers of rain, I am the fields of ripening grain. I am in the morning hush, I am in the graceful rush Of beautiful birds in circling flight, I am the starshine of the night. I am in the flowers that bloom, I am in a quiet room. I am in the...
Life is simply death postponed by terror,...
Angelica: Well, you got to win her back.
Pete: Believe me, I have tried everything!
Angelica: Well what did she say, when you told her you loved her?
Pete: Ok, maybe not everything.
Angelica: How did she react, when you kissed her?
Pete: Ok...maybe only two things.
You have to love something before you can hate it.– The Last Song
After a brief respite, it’s almost safe to say that autumn is here to stay. The air is cooler, and tastes different- like apples, cinnamon, pumpkin. Chocolate. And there’s a general feeling of hunkering down, burrowing in. Find someone. Make covalent bonds with them: share the chemistry, feel the body warmth. And breathe: everything smells softer, spicier. The pastels of a...
It's so odd how we can feel content by ourselves,...
Move on, they said. But every time he tried, she was in the way. He couldn’t. He couldn’t move at all. He was trapped, facing blank walls, and yet there was a modicum of comfort from the fact that as long as he couldn’t get out, she wouldn’t be able to get it. And somehow, get in she did. Streaming into the pores and cracks of an otherwise sealed room, she was in...
There are many difficult things in the world to hide, but a secret is not one of...– Lemony Snicket
Girl: Hey are you-
Boy: Hungry? Yeah.
Girl: Cool, I was thinking-
Boy: Waffle House? Me, too.
Girl: Can you just-
Boy: Let me talk?
Boy: FINISHING MY SENTENCES!
Boy: But I thought that's what couples were supposed to do.
She looked at him now and she smiled. It was, for the first time, like a gesture of complete acceptance, as if the sight of him solved everything, answered all questions, and her meaning was only to be a woman who looked at him. They stood silently before each other for a moment, and she thought that the most beautiful words were those which were not needed. ~ The Fountainhead
Some things, we don’t talk about.– The Fray
Here To Stay.
Tea bag. How lonely you look, hunched over against the smooth steep walls of my tea cup. One thin string draped over the rim a square of folded paper, your nametag, your anchor. Simmering in your own sorrow, wallowing around in your last dregs as you cool down. The life has been sipped out of you. No longer swimming in your own atmosphere, suspended, expanded, you’ve reached rock...
I'd rather stay up all night than sleep in the bed...
When I Hit The Bottom.
I wanna know what it’d be like To find perfection in my pride, to see nothing in the light. I’ll turn it off, in all my spite In all my spite, I’ll turn it off. And the worst part is before it gets any better We’re headed for a cliff. And in the free fall I will realize that I’m better off When I hit the bottom. ~ Paramore
Confession is good for the conscience, but it usually bypasses the soul.– Mignon McLaughlin
Say It And I'm Yours.
Blair Waldorf: 3 words, 8 letters. Say it and I'm yours.
Chuck Bass: I...I...
Blair Waldorf: Thank you. That's all I needed to hear.
[Turns and leaves]
Why make such a cosmic tragedy out of the fact that you’ve found yourself feeling cruel toward people? So what? It’s just growing pains. One can’t jump from a a state of animal brutality into a state of spiritual living without cetain transitions. And some of them may seem evil. A beautiful woman is usually a gawky adolescent first. All growth demands destruction. You can’t...