March 2009
1 post
“Come waste your time with me.”
– ‘Waste’, Phish
I’ll marry the man who convinces me to do this. :)
(via dearworld)
February 2009
2 posts
“There will always be someone who loves you, you’re just ignoring them for...”
– (via dearworld)
January 2009
23 posts
“This next song is about when you get your heart broken, and you try your best to...”
– Sara Quin (via stilltime) (via leforettt) (via likearaindrop) (via lyndm) (via belowutopia) (via lovebot)
I always thought about her, until I met you. You...
Wanted
rentedsurroundings:
a knock on my door from a pretty girl sopping wet from the rain outside, so I can engulf you with towels and warming embraces. You smell of cigarettes and some cheap perfume, and maybe a hint of red wine. A giver of glimpses of tattoos on your body, for a curious mind to see. I’ll light candles and we can do whatever you want. I’ll run you a warm bath, or maybe this could wait....
“It’s only after you lost everything that you’re willing to try anything.”
– Fight Club (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) (via snickerdoodle)
My worst habit is my greatest pleasure.
i want to be
mittenstategirl:
light-meup:
dressedup-likedreams:
so tragic, you won’t have any other choice but to love me. for my own good.
halfway between tragic and normal isn’t cutting it.
i want to self destruct.
i want you to rebuild me.
“And it’s days like this that burn me, turn me inside out, and learn me.Sometimes...”
“The best moments in reading are when you come across something, a thought, a...”
– littlemiss (via silentsigh) (via bowlingalleylawyer)
I will never: dye my hair pink.
jilllian:
I might: be only the sum of parts of thousands of strangers.
“People fuck each other for one night, one year, twenty years. It doesn’t matter,...”
– Lie With Me (via justinesamantha)
Anna: Why did you swear eternal love when all you wanted was excitement? Love bores you.
Dan: No, it disappoints me.
“Lust is easy. Love is hard. Like is most important.”
– Carl Reiner (via kari-shma) (via soupsoup)
“I have had a car for one week, and I just discovered that I hate driving....”
– Sarah Colombo (via allisonweiss)
Dan: I fell in love with her, Alice.
Alice: Oh, as if you had no choice? There's a moment, there's always a moment, "I can do this, I can give into this, or I can resist it", and I don't know when your moment was, but I bet you there was one.
libbylovesnyc:
sarahwatson:
wasteofpaint:
...
Would you mind terribly if I kissed you now?
lovebot:
shegoesbam:
Would you mind terribly if I kissed you now?
I don’t mean to bother you. It’s just that we’ve been sitting here all night talking, talking, talking, talking, and I really would like to kiss you now.
I understand if you’d rather I didn’t. I wouldn’t want to kiss me either. But everything about you- the upturned corner of your mouth, the quickness of your eyes, your...
My first 21st birthday, when I was 18.
sorryimnotsorry:
Ah, Youth. Like the smell of a freshly mown yard, Youth is something to be enjoyed. When I say Youth, I hope you realize I am actually saying “Stupidity”. You see, during my freshman year of college I got a fake ID in Philadelphia during Christmas break. I picked North Carolina as my fake residence, and 1980 as my fake birth year, and lets be honest. In 1980, my mother had no...
“The things I saw, the things I touched, touched me back and their fingerprints...”
– The Final Sentence in my journal from my 3.5 month surf trip through New Zealand. (via tylerknott) (via radarchive)
A New Year (1/1/09)
jilllian:
bryonmcdonald:
I wish you’d…
nuzzle up to my face and tell me I smell good
sit here and listen to For Emma and Grace with me by the fire
scream obscenities as we get in my freezing car
laugh at me when I fall on my ass while ice skating
cook elaborate meals, while we dance around to loud music
go exploring with me—walking aimlessly, bundled up, cheeks red, breath afloat,...
December 2008
2 posts
Write me a Lyric
Write me a Lyric is a new project of mine. Basically, I’m finally making progress on the guitar, and I’ve felt for a while that there is music locked up inside me. So I’m (slowly) learning to let it out by writing lyrics. At first it’s like pulling teeth to open up. Then it gets frustrating as I can’t make the pen channel my emotions. But gradually, with lots of red...