I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to...– Lester Burnham, American Beauty (via missmonsoonmuddlemusings)
i tried giving up
why couldn’t you just let me be…
not to my surprise
i confuse myself more and more everyday. i wish i knew what you think about when you’re all alone. iswearicanfeelyou (myheartbeatssofastwhenyoureonmymind)
a name i can’t forget id give my eyes just to see you again i feel as if i know you, differently than most. a level of comfort icantbeartobewithmythoughtsanymore,takethem
it was like nothing happened, i feel a calm resolve. it could be something more
i know you
the type that feels better with comfort everything i know was wrong armed with a big heart, I’ve told you that it helped mine grow I’m left here yearning while you grab the next best thing why spend your time with the next when you could have someone who can’t live without you. no matter what happens, time doesn’t help. it grows. its a matter of politics and right or...
You are unaware but I love you today. Just like every other day. I know you know.
I don’t need all the kings horses or all the kings men to prove to you how I feel and how I would treat you. All I need is for you to allow me to show you. For you to believe in me. How you once did. Let your guard down. Let me in. It’s either you love someone or you don’t. I am no where close to being a don’t. This is what I dream. This is what I say in my dreams. Why...
i swear ill bite my lips raw and gnaw these nails down to nothing before i can ever wake up and not have it on my mind. the day rolls in, as do you. i grind my teeth as i sleep. don’t sell yourself short because of my mistakes i hope he’s as grateful as… i hope he’s as graceful as… (i never wanted to be this lonely) i hope he is half of what you possess.
are as anxious as ever.
consume the ambivalence
for what else could one do. opposites viewed in real time. mistakes apparently refused amongst the damned. im not talking politics, but realistic. i am no more right or wrong than you i am no more than you. no longer will i be held accountable for the actions i take I’m oblivious to the fact, to the face. walking without a destination : the night will consume us all
I think perfection is ugly. Somewhere in the things humans make, I want to see...– Yohji Yamamoto (via mystic-moon)