June 2010
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When I am with you,
Nothing hurts and everything is illuminated.
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In case you didn't know,
I love cats.
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I want to be able to let you in. I want to be able to love you like I know I can, like I know I will — but it is hard when you don’t let me in. When you don’t let me know how you feel.
And, yes, I understand that it is hard for you to open up and that it will take time and I am willing to wait, especially because I need time as well…
I’m just scared of falling...
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He asked me how I felt about you.
I told him that you were beautiful. He asked me how. I said it was the way you spoke, the way you thought, the way you touched me. The way you make me feel is beautiful. Then he asked “Does he feel the same way?”
I was speechless.
I want you to think I’m beautiful too, and not just on the outside.
Please, mister. Make me beautiful.
“Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.”
– Twyla Tharp (via artfortune) (via ianbrooks)
Everybody is always so fucking "fine".
But we are not. Sometimes, we are hurt and bruised and nearly completely shattered and this, sir, is not what one calls “fine”.
It’s sad when people you know become people you knew. When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for hours and now, you can barely even look at them.
“Acid is not for every brain - only the healthy, happy, wholesome, handsome,...”
– St. Timothy
“I have learned that people will forget what you said, forget what you did, but...”
