It’s the things that we admire or want that enslave us, I’m not easy...– Dominique Francon The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand
Originally from 2003: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dcmDscwEcI From 2008: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NSknHtlKI8U&feature=related
It’s just that I don’t want to be somebody’s crush. If somebody likes me, I want...– The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
Why are you writing dramatic poetry instead of talking to me and telling me how you really feel?
Disclaimer: Complete Fiction.
The problem with getting to know someone, I’ve discovered Whether they’re a friend, companion, or a lover, Is that the more you hear, the more you shudder at their past their present and their future. And so, I’ve learned to never venture Into a world of hearts, indentured Like slaves and masters tied together This common bond, merely an iron tether. Maybe as the...
What are we but flakes in the wind Masked magicians and here-we-go-agains? Maybe I was just a vacation But for me it was an occupation We’re just beginnings without ends A false start, let’s try this again A climax without resolution A world of trouble, and no solution Broken promises we try to mend Stiff excuses we twist and bend Jagged memories so fragmented Past relationships...
I’ll always be here And you’ll always be there And there’ll always be someone else And things will never be the same
But I miss you anyway. I always have. I always will.
I Am Facinated By Distance.
Lately. I find myself focusing on the in between spaces. The distance from one home to the next, the way each family moves separately from another - living their lives in little boxes that line too straight roads. The far reaches between the thoughts of two people. They use the same words in such different ways that our language crumbles to pieces at their feet. A hug. The way lovers try to...
“It’s over,” he heard her voice tighten in her throat for the first time ever, like there was an invisible man strangling her. She choked, “Goodbye.” He breathlessly watched her silhouette trudge down the dark alley. She looked so dangerous… so stunning… so small… so fragile. A cigarette fell from his hand, he hadn’t even remembered...
It’s like navigating a minefield. Pretty soon I’ll just be smoking, charred remains. The worse part is knowing that with each step, the next one is even more likely to be the last. But I must keep pushing, going further, for it’s not like me to stand still. So here I am, waiting for you to blow me away, break me, tear me in two. Maybe that’s what I’m...
Welcome To The East Coast!
Way to be at the Southern end. *sigh* Do have fun. Don’t get too over tired? Please? But cry like a champ.
So, maybe this is all puppy love. Or maybe this isn’t love at all. Maybe...– Maybe it’s not true. But, if I don’t know any better, is it really a lie?
I’ve been trying to egg this rant out of you for a long time. :-) It’s funny that you think I have this picturesque version of you in my head, some sort of funhouse mirror that distorts you and only shows your “good” side, whatever that means. You think I didn’t knows those things about you? That I’ve never seen them? You really think that I find anything on...
Why Is It
that no matter how many times I say this, you don’t listen? I’m not great. I’m not amazing, or stunning, or any other adjective you keep trying to toss at me like a dart board. I mean sure, most people are all of those things, and most people aren’t. You can be wonderful and still be dreadful. We’re people, we have sides. And the thing you don’t seem to grasp,...
Good women, I’ve noticed, are much like fine wines. They come in a variety of textures, with distinctive aromas and flavors. And every man has a different palete, prefers different tastes; some may not even like wine at all. But me? I’m a man who appreciates his wine, drinking it in slowly, savoring its unique, complex taste as it splashes against my tongue.
cause I blushed. Even though it was a video. I also nervous giggled. Even though it was just a video. *more blushing* iloveyoutoo. … I need a webcam. … [P.S. I’m a model…which is by definition a camera whore.]
I just wanted to inform you that you’re totally into a camera whore, a shameless cam whore, as evidenced by the prior two posts. :-/ Just thought you should know…
Watching horror movies, skydiving, snowboarding, rock climbing, riding roller coasters, exploring (ourselves, others, the world at large), fighting, flipping, flirting, fornicating. People don’t do these things to be “safe” or “comfortable”. I think love is the same way. Yes, love is scary. Yes, love forces you to be extraordinarily vulnerable, probably making...
I Am Torn:
between the invincibility of being a cynic and the impossiblity of love. [If such a thing should exist.]
Can I crawl in the hole with you? We can be sleepy together.
I Plan To:
1. Crawl in a hole. 2. Die. 3. Be dead. 4. Forever. I am so tired. All of my life.
Loneliness is like fire, it can start small, as a simple spark or benign flame. But, don’t be fooled, it’s dangerous; it quickly spreads, grows, enveloping you and destroying everything it touches. Incidentally, love is a rather flammable element. A volatile concoction indeed.
Looks like the phone and computer embargo...
is finally lifted. Freedom at last!