dammit all!
I am just sad!
It is a sad day when kicking with your homies, becomes a different scene. I really wish people didn’t change.
If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what, then, is an empty desk a sign?
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| — | Albert Einstein |
I’ve witnessed the sky extinguish to purple in seconds And I’ve also seen the horizon burn envy in the morning. It’s a delightful scene. one you can melt in.
The days seem to be counting and I can’t keep up.
I’m drifting, I’m floating through yesterdays and todays. Tomorrow, How I wish to glimpse its sorrow.
too grasp hold of the abstract, the manipulating. Forming structure with these tarnished hands.
In hoping, In wishing to feel the warmth each syllable contains.
I’ve been drowning for quite some time, now
i don’t ask you to love me always like this,
but i ask you to remember.
somewhere inside me
there’ll always be the person
i am tonight.
but i ask you to remember.
somewhere inside me
there’ll always be the person
i am tonight.
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| — | F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via tallskinnyasian) |
The same donut with a slightly different frosting.
Take my hand And we’ll make believe. Come on, let’s indulge in our obsession to breathe and oblige the sky. For we know of its burning phrase. Its delightful taste that remains a wish.
You would often tell me never to whisper love, because the echoes could never be as loud as these words we string.
It’s these dreams they resemble days.
So, I’ll scream to avoid such things. smile to tighten these seams. Blush to exude my affection, and choke pronouncing such imperfection.
Darling, Doesn’t the sky seem to be burning?
