This song makes me feel like I’m blissfully floating through a field of cotton candy on a flying nimbus as the girl of my dreams is leaning on me running her hands through my hair.
“Hey” by King (K. Lamar’s Chapter 6 sample)
This is a beautiful idea:
Write love letters to each other and place into a box along with a bottle of wine.nail it shut at the wedding. When you have your first fight, open it up, pour the wine, go to separate corners, read the love letter & remember what it’s all about.
I came to a realization when I got home today. A realization that I don’t want to accept, but have no choice but to. A realization that has always been there, but I’ve been avoiding because it simply made things easier. When I tend to over-examine things, that’s when I realize how difficult and messed up things really are. If only things in our imagination came true in reality. If only things were as easy as we wanted them to be.
But, maybe.. maybe things weren’t suppose to be easy. Maybe things weren’t suppose to go too far… or as far as it is now. Maybe your sole purpose in my life was to come in, help us to both learn things about each other and then slowly, gradually, over-time… fade.
It sucks thinking that way… so I wont. Repression time.
You ever had one of those friends that you gradually grew apart from? Especially some one you were really close to. Maybe even someone you considered a very best friend. I have one of those. The way people change (for the worst) isn’t a good feeling. However, life doesn’t stop for them. The most you can do is wish them best and pray they’ll stray from whatever path they’re on right now. And after speaking with an old friend today, I’ve come to fully accept and be thankful that we did grow apart.
My dad was right,
My sister was right,
My ex was right about you.
I didn’t understand then, but now I understand completely what they were trying to inform me about. It’s kind of funny now that I think about it.
Now and then I think of when we were together,
Like when you said you felt so happy you could die,
Told myself that you were right for me,
But felt so lonely in your company,
But that was love and it’s an ache I still remember.
Jane Austen (via gypsyy-feet)
i pretend i dont care but deep down i really still dont care
I really hate when people do this. I really dislike it. I understand it’s a defense mechanism to protect your own self/emotions. However, you really have no idea how much your effecting someone with this sort of attitude. It’s gay.
“I was suffering the easily foreseeable consequences. Addiction is the hallmark of every infatuation-based love story. It all begins when the object of your adoration bestows upon you a heady, hallucinogenic dose of something you never dared to admit you wanted-an emotional speedball, perhaps, of thunderous love and roiling excitement. Soon you start craving that intense attention, with a hungry obsession of any junkie. When the drug is witheld, you promptly turn sick, crazy, and depleted (not to mention resentful of the dealer who encouraged this addiction in the first place but now refuses to pony up the good stuff anymore— despite the fact that you know he has it hidden somewhere, goddamn it, because he used to give it to you for free). Next stage finds you skinny and shaking in a corner, certain only that you would sell your soul or rob your neighbors just to have ‘that thing’ even one more time. Meanwhile, the object of your adoration has now become repulsed by you. He looks at you like you’re someone he’s never met before, much less someone he once loved with high passion. The irony is,you can hardly blame him. I mean, check yourself out. You’re a pathetic mess,unrecognizable even to your own eyes. So that’s it. You have now reached infatuation’s final destination— the complete and merciless devaluation of self.”
- Elizabeth Gilbert
Strong personalities don’t mend well together. They’re too different. Too outspoken and opinionated. Maybe those have just been my encounters. But its like fighting fire with fire… you’ll only make a bigger (more damaging) fire. Someone has to be the water to that fire. Someone.
“Somebody That I Used to Know” by Gotye & Kimbra
Visual + Lyrics/Symbolism
Bob Marley
With the little bit of energy that my body still manages to withhold
I refuse to waste it on something minor or unimportant.
It isn’t a lot
It isn’t much
But with it,
If I had to use it,
It must be for something worth it.
On someone important.
Someone… pertinent.
I refuse to waste it on someone minor or unimportant.
