January 2011
41 posts
December 2010
49 posts
“I wish you would take my radio to bathe with you, plugged in and ready to fall.”
– Alkaline Trio
You say you never wanted to hurt me, but you did it anyway. There are so many things I remember about us and whatever we were, because neither of us had the nerve to define it. I remember nights on the swing in my backyard, staring up at the stars and talking while you smoked a joint, maybe drank some wine, or maybe we were sharing beers. I remember the way you’d fall asleep pressed against...
“come, i’ll tear up all my poems for just a little piece of you.”
– bukowski (via stitchintheseams)
wrists:
‘cause sooner or later in life the things you love you lose.
Yes, I’ll get over this, but not right now.
3 tags
“I think you are perfect :-) you know that”
Fuck you and your texts.
Deserving
dearoldlove:
They tell me I deserve the best. I think I deserve who I want, and who I want is you.
“If you really want to love me, well then do it.”
– Okkervil River
lethargy
day-breaking:
today, i think i’ve forgotten your voice. last night i was sitting in my room thinking of the myriad ways i could drag this on, pretend i could turn this into the biggest story you can find. why were we
standing in empty spots thinking we could fill it in? i sleep all day, smoke cigarettes, drink alcohol and crawl back into bed. this is enough, ignore
the dishes to be...
The Uses of Sorrow
day-breaking:
(In my sleep I dreamed this poem)
Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift.
—Mary Oliver
I’ve wanted to date you ever since you offered to buy me a tea and leave it on my porch, just so that you could maybe catch a glimpse of me opening my front door. Now we don’t speak, and I wonder what happened to that person. He’s gone now.
“Music is the key to the female heart.”
– Johann G. Seume (via grace-notes)
“Love is the phone ringing, the same voice or another voice but never the right...”
– Charles Bukowski (via sadnesses)
The other week on my walk home from work I saw two squirrels playing. They ran across the road and one was hit by a car. I don’t think it was dead, but it was definitely shocked and hurt. Its partner made it across the street and was hopping around confusedly, like it was wondering what happened to its friend, not realizing playtime was finished forever. That’s how I feel about you....
“this is how it works
you peer inside yourself
you take the things you like...”
– Regina Spektor
I have a heavy heart.
“This is what people do. They stay alive for each other.”
– The Hours (via onlyrabbits)
