November 2011
3 posts
Finally
What made these memories stagnant? What kind of force did the world bequeath you to rupture me this way? You put me in a state of oblivion, drowning me in riveting thoughts and bludgeoned me right to the ground.
You, not just any person in this world but myself.
September 2011
9 posts
1 tag
“I shut my eyes in order to see.”
– Paul Gauguin (via misswallflower)
“J’ai couché avec un chandail vert”
A Gist
Here will lack any heartfelt, warming words for awhile. What will come is going to be even sweeter that you expected. I have insisted on new transtitions. I am going to embrace predictability and support anything that contradicts me. I am done matching things just to fit my personality. Grim mood must be matched with an opposing whatever. Tooth decay words for an egoistic self. Angry personality...
A Bleep
Hi there. You’ve detached yourself with words for so long
May 2011
13 posts
“..They’re afraid to care too much for the fear that the other person doesn’t...”
– Eleanor Roosevelt
“Is that subtle way
You throw me down
I am inches above
The dust on the ground”
– Dust on the Ground by Bombay Bicycle Club
Treacherous Cat
Get ready to imagine me smirk because I know you’re reading this. We reel in and out the motions of our carefully structured plans and now…it’s happily in the past. Left me a little tinge and more doubts but I could live, with the guilt. Those euphoric moments are just like a taffeta cloth covering me in vain from cold, looks pretty upfront but the damsel is freezing still. Oh...
“I design clothes because I don’t want women to look innocent and naive…I want...”
– Alexander McQueen (via periferie)
“You don’t text, then I won’t. Maybe eventually I will, just because...”
April 2011
28 posts
A Letter That Never Reached Russia, Vladimir... →
misswallflower:
Listen: I am ideally happy. My happiness is a kind of challenge. As I wander along the streets and the squares and the paths by the canal, absently sensing the lips of dampness through my worn soles, I carry proudly my ineffable happiness. The centuries will roll by, and schoolboys will yawn over the history of our upheavals; everything will pass, but my happiness, dear, my...
My Love is in the Sea, in Dreams
Celebratory post for every 12th of every month seems affable since I am good with words. The least I could shower him with since I never was someone affectionate to begin with. Picking up what should be picked up, and well… I’m up for the blame game as it is still producing the desired effect. Until then..
He is very lovely though.
“Je m’appelle Amal. Je veux etre un livre que personne ne peut lire..”
– mais apprecie
“I didn’t want to tell I was jealous, jealous, what’s the point”
50 Seconds of Bon Iver Stuffs You Have Never Heard... →
Plaintive Melody
Subdued jitters, watery eyes and transfixed mind in the AMs. Ideas begin to transpire, fingers ache to let words run free, but this overrated self-conciousness seems to barricade everything from coming in or out. I’ve been too attached, too occupied with my pride until I could no longer tell whether my feelings are real, or real plastic. Every emotion, acts of mine are perfectly sculptured,...
“Sadness is a blessing
Sadness is a pearl
Sadness is my boyfriend
Oh, sadness...”
– “Sadness Is A Blessing” Lykke Li