February 2012
5 posts
happy birthday nostalgia, ultra.
frankocean:
nahmsayin.
366lieselle:
Day 42
January 2012
7 posts
That feeling when.. You feel nothing at all. That feeling of apathy. That feeling of not even wanting to feel anything anymore. That feeling of not wanting someone’s love, hate, or indifference.
Maybe it’s time to be concerned, but a part of me keeps holding back. Right now, all I feel is me, my depth-less thoughts, and these sheets.
People fucking change.
angeweeto:
We all do. We’re not the same people we were two years ago, or couple of days ago. We are constantly changing, through the people around us and the experiences we choose to share with them. Our attitudes are different - the way we carry ourselves. We don’t think the same, we mature or grow more immature. We never stay the same. If you can’t see the change I’ve went through, then...
No man is offended by another man’s admiration of the woman he loves; it...
– Jane Austen
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December 2011
4 posts
2011
2011 was one of the lowest points in my life. I made all the wrong choices in friendship and in love. I was self-indulgent with other people’s attention and it blinded me in my actions. It didn’t hit me until much later on, that I was impulsive with my emotions. I let those who mattered to me, go, just so that I could have a renewed feeling of being loved by someone else. Even if I...
Her imperfections are what makes her perfect.
Metaphorically speaking,
You are not my poetry. I want you to be more than just one passing moment. More than just an instance of my memory that was never given the chance to take flight.
I want you to be my novel. A full length book; a beginning, a middle, and an everlasting end. I want that beautiful and intricate passing moment I would find in my poetry, but only, I want to see that love grow. Imagine our love...
November 2011
10 posts
new york was blessed.
Only blessed to have had the chance to be graced by your presence.
I know an alien with brown eyes.
frankocean:
A red heart that skips beats. A grey mind that never slept and never fell for love..or simply won’t admit the slip. Scars cover it’s soft skin but don’t callous the flesh, that flesh that has touched but never held. That spirit of an immortal wouldn’t die.. even in the crash. That alien with brown eyes that never wept, made an alien of me.
In love with his words.
Keep you in the rear of your affection, out of the shot and danger of desire....
– Hamlet Act 1. Sc. 3 - William Shakespeare
Starry Eyed: Shine →
jgestrella:
The camera is my medium for understanding the world.
You see, this camera does not perceive its surroundings in just black and white, but in varying grays, and vibrant reds, blues, and greens, and every hue in between. Not only does it have the ability to zoom in on the finer details of a…
The Aftermath.
After every fight, a relationship can either choose to end or fight it through. And we always hope for the latter. And if that latter persists, the aftermath of every argument that survives is one of the sweetest feelings. I know that, because I experience that in my own relationship. One moment, I’m yelling, but then the next.. I can’t help but wonder how I could have ever said...
Looking for love in all the wrong places.
October 2011
13 posts
Always take care of the one you love..
because without a moment’s notice, he might just slip away.
How many times do we gotta play this game, 'til...
Fairytale kind of love.
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Visual perfection.
The artistry of some men have always seemed to allure me in one way or another. The way they simply pick up a pencil and draw their emotions away on a blank canvas. Except their mind, creating an entirely new field of vision is the least bit blank. It’s their ability to make something out of nothing.. but that something being the closest thing to reality, that reality can possibly get. It...
Now I may have faith to make mountains fall, but...
It’s what we all want, in the end, to be held, merely to be held, to be kissed (not necessarily with the lips, for every touching is a kind of kiss.)
Yet, it’s what we all want, in the end, not to be worshipped, not to be admired, not to be famous, not to be feared, not even to be loved, but simply to be held.
- Alden Nowlan “ He Sits Down on the Floor of a School for the...
Things He Says.
Me: I've always wanted to hang a dream catcher above my bed.
Jomel: Well, I don't need one because I already caught you.
September 2011
18 posts
I’ve always thought highly of you. Now I see you got a lot of growin’ up to do.
– Phife (via sindell)
“I imagine that one of the reasons people cling to their hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once hate is gone, that they will be forced to deal with pain.”
- Notes of a Native Son by James Baldwin
That Gut Feeling.
It’s amazing how your gut feeling overrides your intellect.
A study was done on a man who got into a car accident that left him in a coma for two weeks. Everything seemed to be intact once he awoke, but he held one delusion: he claimed his parents weren’t his real parents, they were imposters and were simply pretending to be his real parents. The science behind this is, the fusiform...
Whether or not this was meant to be, for me, it no longer matters. It’s in our nature as humans to have the tendency to mess up every now and then. I’ve accepted that. But sometimes, you have to let go and let love do it’s thing. It stays. It goes. And it can be completely irrational and selfish at times. I’ve learned that first hand. You can’t control your emotions...
Writing: Someone came to me
asking for advice on an essay. Through her struggles, I discovered a little bit about writing. I realized, at least in my point of view, that there is no such thing as a cliched essay. No essay is cliche as long as it’s honest. The situation you’re writing about may be, but the way in which your form your ideas of it, isn’t. It’s all in the description. Because I believe...
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Your love is my scripture, let me into your...
-“No Church in the Wild” Kanye West