December 2010
25 posts
Never Regret Anything,
because at one time, it was exactly what you wanted.
Because at one time, it was exactly what I wanted. Things can go according to plan but when they don’t, it’s up to you to choose whether or not to let it affect you as drastically as you’d normally allow. That goes particularly in the events of a broken heart. I can’t tell anymore. Is this just...
Watch I have many thoughts blanketed over any one subject. Color me blue, I’m lost in you. Don’t know why I’m still waiting. But still I wait. And it’s not for him, or any He’s before him. No, it’s for the it’s and the will be’s that are soon to come. And that’s okay with me. Who am I to say you love me? And who am I to say you need me? And...
A legacy of pain can't be undone in a matter of...
I’ve clicked to refresh the page a dozen times in the past 3 minutes, thinking that each time I did it something I’d been looking for would magically pop up as if on cue. And it never did. For a dozen times, for three minutes. And if I were to click it two dozen more times, I’d still get the same notifications from the same people. Not at all what I’ve been...
To whom it may concern.
And for some absurd reason, I still can’t fall asleep. There are things I’d tell him at this moment, if he were present, things I’d been holding in since the last time we spoke. I remember he said something along the lines of, “Yeah, but I stopped.” Referring to how he used to talk to other women, attempting to tell me what I did was far worse. But...
On sharing my experiences with the supernatural.
With my mother. She told me a few stories.
Apparently my great-great grandfather became infamous for killing 50 people by praying them to death. They all died the same night, the same time, simultaneously.
apparently our family comes from a line of Kahuna’anaana.
And apparently… I used to talk to dead people when I was a little girl. And I asked my mommy, “so is that why so...
Mama: heyy are you good at massaging backs?
Me: Nahhh.
Mama: what the hell ARE you good for!?
Me: Music. And making love :)
Mama: ahahahaha, you crazy child.
If your effort isn't bringing you anywhere, the...
Hold up. How dare you.
But your work is not perfection it is the illusion of an amateur. An amateur that doesn’t know what it means to have tolerance. An amateur carving with stubborn values instead of openness, This style of work will leave you chiseling away rotten wood.
-W. Rabbit
I like to believe I’m just too lady-like to open my mouth. But with what’s been happening, I can’t afford...
Honay girrrrl, Who died and made you Queen Witch?
I had a HUGE reply to all the shit you’ve been saying. I went to post it. And the internet cut. At that very moment, everything got erased. So I’ll take it as a sign that maybe I should just keep my mouth shut like I usually do. At least ONE of us know’s how to be the adult. But lemme tell you what,
I’ve never asked you for anything. So back the fuck off.
Like drifting planks out at sea.
Waves come and tear us apart. But we’ve always found each other stranded on the same island. No matter where my life turned, you were there in the end. And that’s what mattered to me. I wish I could return the same extent of loyalty to you, the ability to make my own time and face it towards you then tell you to tell me a story. And I’ll listen this time. And if you’re...
Blue Eyed Freak: Lesson on Life. →
w-rabbit:
I was having a conversation with my friend today. I basically I told him I felt pointless in my life and had no direction. I have no job, no car, no friends here, and I live in the desert. I told him I miss working 40 hours a week, having friends and going out, and I miss trees. I didn’t know…
Textual Errors
When you love someone, you know you gotta treat them good. You treat them with decency. But you don’t gotta be in love with someone to know you need to treat them right.
Believe it or not, but there’s a thin difference between treating someone good and treating them right. You can treat someone good just by buying things that you know will make them...
A: i dreamt about you :3 we were happy together :3 Anyways, I gotta get ready for work
T: oreally? is that your newest pick up line or are you being serious? haha. :P You're always at it, when are you gonna give up?
A is offline.
T:
““the minute you think of letting go, think of all the reasons you’ve held on for...”
– http://fallwithame.tumblr.com/post/2311795326/the-thing-is-i-dont-know-why
as if she read my diary…
Well excuse me, guess I’ve mistakened you for somebody else. Somebody who gave a damn, somebody more like myself.
These walls are thin. And the ceiling absorbed every hint of decayed memory But I’ll gladly spend another night in their embrace, Covered so delicately by the sound of too much heaven.
And it comes in every breath you take. And it comes with the package. Take it or...
Ne ver'. Ne Bojsya.
To a lifetime of secrecy. Sunday’s best, I always look forward to you.
You're such a good liar, playing with fire.
Look at the way you twirl it on your lips. You’re so good at it you fool yourself the same way you’ve fooled me. As if your words were in the form of a drape overlapping the connection between my eyes and my brain. There is such a thing as being too good a liar though. Sometimes you think you’ve stopped entirely but it always turns out that you’re just getting...
But you'll always be my hero even though you've...
And so this is the letter I intended to send to him. I think it’ll have better use here than being an unopened message under his inbox. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B50RUXbs-8
I turned off the bedroom lights and the moment I sat down on my bed, the feeling engulfed me even more. This feeling thats driven me to write to you. I came across a picture of you last week and...
Evolution of the heart.
L.O.V.E. - Lots Of Varied Emotions.
I once wrote a poem entitled “A Little Bird Told Me”. I can’t recall what it was about or what inspired me to write it but I know that the line in the title itself has been stuck in my mind since I could remember. A little bird told me. Its...
“I wasn’t raised to speak out when I didn’t like something. I was...”
– My true story.