December 2010
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scream, call me cruel call me loathsome call me those words you but all longed to say call me falsehearted call me a born liar that’s who i am, anyway
But never forget it was you who made me this way.
feign, lie about life lie about strength lie about all those ways you try to lie about who we are lie about those memories lie about the truth that’s your fate not ours
But never...
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There's a reason why we're named as we were, we...
Your eyes are brown with specks of blue for a reason, and you may be tiny or tall or big or small. But you are the way you are.
You are born a natural artist - the way you appreciate every single curvature in every single daughter of nature there was - and that is that for a reason. You see things with an absolute clarity and you hear them that way as well. You are born a musician - the way you...
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I am not awake.
The lights I see upon my bedside fail to serve its purpose - further making me see dark instead of bringing even a splinter of enlightenment. However, this doesn’t mean I do not entirely see its existence, in which case another reminder of how ironic these all are.
Take me for granted. Ignore the helpless body strewn across this never made bed, as if nothing else had ever happened....
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Don't let this be ruined again.
We stood at an impasse, smiled at honesty and passed all the tests. But what the hell are you doing now?
Inevitably we came upon curiosity and figured years and years may as well count for something, but that was just that and it was adored while it lasted. It was wanted when it existed. It was loved when it happened. It was happy when it began and ended.
By that ‘it’, I really mean...
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I’m leaving tomorrow morning later for the regional contest then heading straight somewhere for vacation. I left some things in the queue but I’m hoping that’ll be enough, because I don’t know when I’ll be back. (I’m so nervous for the competition this week though, it’s killing me.)
Goodbye for now, Tumblr.
December 18, 2010
This time back then (oh the irony), I thought I was never going back.
This time then, the flight attendant complimented me and my ‘pretty’ dress but I couldn’t care less. Because that was the dress I wore when I last said goodbye.
This time then, I was staring blankly at the passengers of that airplane - wondering again and again over the different stories they had with them in...
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Early Morning Blues
Wake up and chafe your fists against your eyes Put on your slippers and slip in the process Smile and say, “What another damn great day!” No matter, you’d be lying anyway.
Bath time and if only you could rid your sorrows As you rid your clothes and soils and grime Feel the attenuating pain of drops of water behind your back and recall on the night.
Say what you will but this...
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Growing up, you were the epitome of a small town girl with big city dreams.
At 12, you moved to another country of wintry winters and very summery summers indeed, but that’s another story for another day. At 13, you came back to your hometown and nothing’s interesting but all was dandy that way. And then you’re 14.
Your favourite colour (blue) is defined as well as your taste in music and...
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Anonymous asked: Your writing is beautiful. It's as though you're saying everything I can't even if I tried.
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Dear you,
I would not like to mention your name, because I only plan to break you in the end. You see what I did there? I’m warning you. I’m threatening you. But as usual, I know you’d be reckless enough in the end.
Last year was of ecstasy and kind certainty, but surely you must’ve had a realization that taking it all for granted was not the way it was supposed to be. This year I...