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sparkleneelysparkle:
i dated a dude on and off for three years. on and off in the sense that we would have massive fights, not speak to each other for a month and then i would essentially move into his house for two months at a time and subsist on a diet of making out, wine, ambien, vegan rueben sandwiches, japanese cinema and obscure electronica albums from peru. it wasn’t always like that…the...
January 2010
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“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
Neil Gaiman
“Maybe that’s just growing up. When you’re young, you tell yourself things like ‘Well, if it didn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to be’ as if that actually meant something just because it sounds like it does. I think you can say something like that so blithely because you expect to stumble onto something else just as wonderful just around the next bend in the road. But people are rare perfect...
For last year’s words belong to last year’s language And next year’s words await another voice. And to make an end is to make a beginning
I’ll never call this place my home, I’m just passing through.
i know your just confused, and i know i aint the best, but i’m putting my heart to the test…
is it silly to think that this will never happen again? but of course i’ll call you tonight. did you know you missed my birthday? the loneliest it gets is when the wind begins to chill, and when i stand at the top of your old street, the church top brings a stillness to me. i can’t think of anything i’d rather do, than have my heart broken by you. could we be saved by inventions...
so we’ll take this world on our shoulders, and watch it all fall down.
we are today’s secrets and tomorrow’s headlines.
so try and stop us now.
And if a two ton truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, the pleasure, the privilege is mine
and I wonder when I sing with you if anything could ever feel this real forever, if anything could ever be this good again? (…you gotta promise not to stop when I say when).
Let’s go to sleep with clearer heads & hearts too big to fit our beds
and in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make
We’ve got out deepest hopes tattooed on our eyelids so when we sleep we speak fireworks
been hearing about you. all about your disapproval. still i remember the way i used to move you. i wrote you a letter, i heard it just upset you. why don’t you tell me? how can i do this better? are you out there? do you hear me? can i call you? do you still hate me? are we talking? are we fighting? is it over? are we writing? we’re getting older, but we’re acting younger. we...
can you get to your future if your past is your present?
“my old man always swore that hell would have no flames, just a front row seat to watch your true love pack her things and drive away”
but if it’s smiles you want, talk to the kid with boys eyes and wake up dreaming next to him.
blindfolded and back to the door. i’m sitting silent with these open arms ready to strangle me, cut the air out entirely. every time i see your face, the space between always tends to suffocate you and me. maybe we can start with the weather?…just maybe. then say what we have to say, whenever…or maybe not. thought you should know it’s not okay with me, the way you walked...
Everyone, everywhere has their shit and i don’t care. i’m merely suggesting to try to think about the mess that you’re making. pick up the garbage, ‘cause most of it’s yours. bring the bag outside, come in before it pours. i feel the ground start to shake, and every breath that we take, meant so much to me and less to you. it’s like you know things that...
and i’m not sad, i just want to trust someone so badly. i just want something beautiful to happen here right now…
when you feel embarrassed then i’ll be your pride. when you need directions then i’ll be the guide, for all time.
I wish I could do better by you cause that’s what you deserve
You sacrifice so much of your life in order for this to work
While I’m off chasing my own dreams sailing around the world
Please know that I am yours to keep my beautiful girl
for a laugh (too loud and too long) or a place where awkward belongs.
for a phone call from far away with a “hi, how are you today”
and a sign that recovery come to broken ones.
Take care of my heart I left it with you
you can fool yourself with maybe someone else like me, but if you’re anyone’s salvation, then there’s nothing left for me.
there’s a book i’ve been meaning to write, about how my words are the proof that i’m alive, but it would take me ten lifetimes. so until i lay down for good, i’m gonna live each day the way i should, like it’s the best song i’ve ever heard.
i’m writing home to tell you, that i miss it all so terribly. in the way that makes your stomach ache, and your hands begin to shake…
and so do we compromise our happiness for security, or hope that this fear is not nearly as strong as our hearts?
my minds a mess because you told me your heart changed and you don’t know. so what if i tried?
still i wish i was home, watching your hands move to mine…
don’t wanna step in front i wanna cause a scene i need to stop getting hurt i need to get back to work i’m tired of kicking up dirt i’m tired of making it worse i wanna see the sunset i wanna live this curse don’t wanna wait forever don’t wanna waste my time don’t wanna wait for something to come, and have it pass me by
if we make a pact to begin this phase, all i can say is you’re here in my heart. on time, you’re just in time.
all i want is the best for myself, to triumph over tragedy. the overwhelming power of death is there just to inspire. translation: life is different ways of not dying.
lose yourself, you’re young and you’ve got time. it’s simple then, start here, and move forward. you’ll figure it all out eventually, or not. either way you’ll have company.
When worded correctly, truth is never cliche
i stand on a building and throw my arms to the side, i swallow my pride, and admit that it’s not always best to understand the reasons why.
It doesn’t matter what you say or think, or wish you said but didn’t say, just what you do.
we’ve got lots of problems, we’ve got the rest of our whole lives to figure out what to do with all the starry nights.
remember when it didn’t hurt? cause i refused to treat you like dirt…
nights like this, where i can’t bear to face the fact that i’m not sure which road makes sense to take. it’s clear to me that you’re the one, who won’t tell lies or turn tail and run. i know you’re tired of feeling like we’re under the gun, just hold on tight my lonely one…
my hands are tied. is it true you lied? does it have to be this way between us?
but love is a trip and my bags are packed. so when do i leave? am i coming back? and i really think that i’d rather go ahead and stay home.
i hope you find the place and the people that you need.
i don’t want to be the one who always waits for you to wait and see.
i don’t mean to tell you how to run your life, but make up your heart.
sometime quizzes ARE right...idk if this is a good...
Romantic, hopeful, and composed. You are the Sonnet. Get it? Composed?
Sonnets want Love and have high ideals about it. They’re conscientious people, caring & careful. You yourself have deep convictions, and you devote a lot of thought to romance and what it should be. This will frighten away most potential mates, but that’s okay, because you’re very choosy with your affections anyway. You’d...
December 2009
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“You can’t do this. You can’t put one relationship on hold for another. It’s like...”
September 2009
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Hello Accuracy
You are in a state of constant expectation and want interesting and exciting things to happen to you. But in fact, you are a ‘Walter Mitty’ at times - a dreamer - over-imaginative and often given to fantasy or day-dreaming. There is nothing wrong in ‘dreaming’ - how boring life would be if one just followed the doctrines of everyday life - but one must not continue leading...