February 2012
SO
I got drunk at a party with the girl I’ve had a crush on since orientation on wednesday.
and even after I proceeded to:
a) loose my cigarette case
b) drunkedly confess my love to her
c) throw up in the bathroom
d) drunkedly confess my love to her again
e) throw my scarf out the window
e) dry heave out the side of the car on the way home
she still talks to me. This girl’s...
if I could just have an endless supply of snickers bars
what do you do when you fear you’ve become incapable of fully loving anything?
v4de:
Who are you to tell me that I’ve never been in love. You wouldn’t know love if it smacked you in the fucking face.
I don’t even know
what to do with myself
It’s like I’m paralyzed
without your words
on nights like this
my mind rambles
with the words configured
from the shaking of your bones
and I’m compelled to drill it into paper
for lack of the company
of another broken heart
Saturday Night
I could spend my weekends like a normal college kid
drinking with friends
having promiscuous sex
with anyone who gives us a feeling
close enough to love
I could just sit here
and philosophize about the tragedy of the human condition
pretending I’m making a difference
but I’d rather just listen to music
and think about you
let it be.: Sonnet XVII →
turned-on-underground:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks…
I live for the calm after the storm
I live for aftermath and loving relief
I find something so incredibly beautiful
in the way so much clarity can grow from chaos
the way you feel when the weight of situation subsides
the way you feel when she wraps her arms around you
then I remember the heavy situations I’d been in with her
heavy and hot like the summer nights we would taint
heavy...
“A truth should exist,
it should not be used
like this. If I love you
is...”
– Margaret Atwood (via cartographe)
I learned a lot about falling in love when i fell...
idontcarewhy:
I learned a lot about being a friend when i was alone.
i played with fire i burned it all down
ive made more mistakes than you can count
