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Things I know to be true (ii)
Saturday, August 30, 2014 || 9:41 PM
your skin feels like a thousand fires, burning a thousand times over:
i want to get lost in the flames.
(i felt like writing tonight)
|| 1:26 AM
Stop breathing air into my lungs — it only reminds them I need you for survival. I take residence in our symbiosis; I take you in and you (hopefully) do the same. I cannot trust myself in your hands: you are faultless and I am the river skimming the rocks; I am the spillover from the dam. Not good enough to touch you: yet you weave yourself into the flecks of my skin, you flit between the spaces of my fingers — entrapping me in your recluse. Let me out/ Can I stay? I cannot decide which question to ask you.
You are constantly in the recesses of my mind; I'd forget the days of the month sooner than I could ever forget your name.
thoughts #3
Saturday, August 16, 2014 || 2:26 PM
I am so quiet you would think I'd be sedated. I'm not, I'm not.
Life updates #5
|| 11:28 AM
#1 I have a penchant; a knack for things like falling asleep anywhere and everywhere — I have learnt this from the week I just had; tired girls beget tired lives (I've said this before but I'll say it again). My eyes are constantly fluttering shut but I'm glad I have you around to wake me up.
#2 How can you be more than everything I've could have ever hoped for yet also less — you are the contradiction of contradictions disposed (no, not disposed — carefully placed) in my life. You are all ends of the spectrum; all at once. You are twenty-seven degree weather with a chance of a blizzard; you are the fire that keeps me warm if I don't accidentally catch it and get burnt to ash.
#3 The hibiscus lemon drink thing at Starbucks is pink (already winning points with it's aesthetics) and it tastes like I imagine a flower garden warmed by the Sun would. It reminds me of Asters (your favourite flower).
#4 I... need... to... stop... using.. my phone.. I feel like the radioactive waves are seeping into my skin cells and making me dumber, really. I don't like having it die on me every few hours and then scurrying desperately to find a charger. Just stop using the damn thing (my phone is at 10% and I am sans charger as I write this).
You are a shot in the dark
Monday, August 11, 2014 || 1:08 PM
(i am so scared of losing you — yet that seems to be the only possible outcome. an inevitable; like getting burnt after pressing lit matches to your skin)
You are too good to be mine — I am too fickle to be anyone's.
(Inspired by but not about)
Tuesday, August 5, 2014 || 12:38 PM
(wrote this last week so it is no longer applicable to my current life situation but i thought i'd publish it anyway)
(i'm sorry, these are very, very raw + honest thoughts and i thought i would use this opportunity to create something out of them)
the only person i don't ever want to write about: i want to bury you in the recluses of my mind and drown you in the fluid that surrounds my brain so you'll be dead and i'll never have to think about you again for as long as i live.
but
you have such a good heart and your kindness is like salt rubbed against the ulcers of my mouth — it stings with such an urgency you cannot help but wonder if it is meant to heal your pain or rip you apart. you are skin teeth lips hair human and all i am is a beating heart and an empty vessel.
(i think we should be friends)
Mismatched
Sunday, August 3, 2014 || 3:14 PM
You are so pure I feel like every time I touch you I taint you — I am afraid to speak to you because you resemble the white linen bedsheets that line my bed and I am a burning house no one resides in.
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