Jul 28, 2011
bruises.
How you lost your mind and your wrist got bruised. And you wanted better love well it's sleeping in your bedroom
Jul 5, 2011
dreadful words
‘Always! That is a dreadful word. It makes me shudder when I hear it. They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a life-long passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.’
– The Picture of Dorian Gray
– The Picture of Dorian Gray
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 1, 2011
Jun 14, 2011
540.
“What happens in a certain place can stain your feelings for that location, just as ink can stain a white sheet. You can wash it, and wash it, and still never forget what has transpired, a word which here means “happened and made everybody sad.”
~Lemony Snicket
~Lemony Snicket
May 20, 2011
Apr 14, 2011
Apr 11, 2011
imperfection
“I didn’t want to fix it, to forget. It wasn’t something that was broken. It’s just… something that happened. And like that hole, I’m just finding ways, every day, of working around it. Respecting and remembering and getting on at the same time.” -Sarah Dessen
Mar 31, 2011
dying is fine but maybe
“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.”
Mar 19, 2011
apology
I'm sorry
I'm so sorry that I want to talk to you
I'm so sorry that the only one who can get me out of this endless panic is you
I'm the most sorry that I have to delete you from my life.
I'm sorry that I wont remember any time we spent together
I'm sorry that maybe one day we'll pass on the road and not recognize each other
but maybe if we're really lucky we'll get that faint feeling in the air that something good happened a very very long time ago
And I'm sorry that this is all I'll have left of you.
I'm so sorry that I want to talk to you
I'm so sorry that the only one who can get me out of this endless panic is you
I'm the most sorry that I have to delete you from my life.
I'm sorry that I wont remember any time we spent together
I'm sorry that maybe one day we'll pass on the road and not recognize each other
but maybe if we're really lucky we'll get that faint feeling in the air that something good happened a very very long time ago
And I'm sorry that this is all I'll have left of you.
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