February 2011
January 2011
We were just shooting stars headed in opposite directions. It was by chance that we brushed shoulders, apologized with burning cheeks, spent some time together, and grew to adore each other. You shined so bright. It was beautiful, but then it became so intense. It overwhelmed me. But we were just shooting stars. We moved fast, slipping away from each other. We headed towards our original...
All she needed was her father. She needed him to lift her upon his shoulders and help her reach the stars. But he wasn’t there. He wasn’t there when she climbed upon the rooftop, her vision blurred from her tears. She didn’t need him as long as there were tall buildings with rooftops. The girl got on the very tips of her toes and reached upwards. The tiles slipped beneath her....
ireadintothings:
There is a gap between how things are and how things should be, and I’m trying to stretch out and fill them with my body.
“You felt no reality, no knife of sorrow cut your intestines to bits. Only a...”
– Sylvia Plath (via coven)
I was never one for sleeping and snuggling at the...
You fell asleep while I was laying on you. My bare chest against yours. We were supposed to get dressed and go through our tedious, daily routines, but I couldn’t bare to wake you. And to tell you the truth, staying in bed with you sounded much better. But I was never one for sleeping and snuggling. Simply because I was afraid I would make your arm fall asleep and you’d be too kind to...
To sum up the first half of my senior year,
The worst feeling ever is to be disappointed in yourself. If I learned anything from all this, I learned that you should never ever ever give up when you’re just centimeters away from the finish line. I gave up and when I was ready to try again, it was too late. Why is it always too late?
There once was a girl. She had the world on the palm of her hand. One day, it started to grow. It grew so much she couldn’t hold it on the palm of her hand anymore. It grew so much that it crushed her. The end.
“And you talked to me and you tried to comfort me, as if things could just be...”
– ireadintothings.tumblr.com
I READ INTO THINGS: And you talked to me and you... →
ireadintothings:
And you talked to me and you tried to comfort me, as if things could just be that easy. As if all I needed was to take a deep breath -but I’ve been feeling like I am suffocating. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I still can’t take it. I still can’t take to be around me. And you were so strong, and…
We all want different things. Either that, or it’s just me who is unsure of what I want. I’m so afraid of making wrong choices and getting hurt, I can’t commit to anything. I guess it’s just easier to be disconnected.
I READ INTO THINGS: Sometimes I am afraid, you... →
ireadintothings:
Sometimes I am afraid, you know? I am afraid because I feel like you’re not like me… you still have soft parts in your heart, and I don’t really have those anymore. I wanted to still be sweet when we meet, like a sweet sweet beautiful darling girl. And all I know about myself now is that it’s hard…
Like the bones in my body, my dreams are fading with age.
I am afraid of the dark. I am afraid of spiders. I am afraid of scary movies. I am afraid of tight spaces. I am afraid of growing old. I am afraid to lose my imagination. I am afraid of finals and bad grades. I am afraid of all my hard work in cheer amounting to nothing. I am afraid that my new baby brother will be broken by immature parents as a child, and by the darkness of the world as he gets...
moonconversations:
i just want you to open up, become a canyon. im practically screaming my missing you but i havent really heard an echo yet. it might avalanche if i yell any louder. god forbid i make another mess inside you.
I want someone that I can text at one in the morning when I can’t sleep. Someone who will text me back even if they were sleeping, or stay on the phone with me until I fall asleep, or better yet, come over and snuggle with me.
Sometimes the person who tries to keep everyone...
6649) Sometimes, for a second, I think I'm skinny....
ireadintothings:
And I told you that I’m just afraid because I am reckless, sad, and scared sometimes, and I am very clumsy with meaningful things… and I don’t want to hurt you. And you said that you’re scared too and you don’t want to hurt me either, but that you love me, and I just wanted to kiss you, and kiss you, and kiss you all night.
What happened to when you and I were like these...
I can’t sleep. Get out of my mind. You do not deserve to be in it anymore.
It’s so easy to cry when you realize everyone you love will either reject you or die.
ireadintothings:
I am afraid that if I truly was to feel everything, the weight of all things would crush me, and I really don’t want that.
I’m an invisible monster, and I’m incapable of loving anybody. You don’t know which is worse.
“The best way is not to fight it, just go. Don’t be trying all the time to fix things. What you run from only stays with you longer. When you fight something, you only make it stronger.”
This is so right, yet so hard to follow.
No matter how much you think you love somebody, you’ll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.
Why are we at war? Our words are our guns and we’re aiming them straight at each other’s hearts.
I want to crawl into the very depths of myself and never ever come out. I am nothing to you. Nothing, nothing, nothing. The next person who tells me they love me will get a big punch in the face. Love does not exist. Fuck what the books and movies say, fuck it all. This is reality kids, not some fairytale with a happily ever after.
For once, I would just like to belong to myself. I’m tired of being owned by all these responsibilites and people. Please return me. I just want to belong to myself.
I am so exhausted. I don’t wish to die, I just wish to fast forward.
I catch people’s feelings like how I would catch a cold. Why do I have to take in so much for the world? Why couldn’t I be the person with an incredibly strong immune system?
The destruction of love.
She loved everyone and everything in the world as long as they didn’t love her back. The problem with this was that this girl was absolutely beautiful both inside and out. Everywhere she went, everyone and everything swooned. The children, the men, the women, the books, the music, the clouds, and even the sun fell in love. The girl ended up loving nothing, nothing at all. Not even the...
The girl on the seemingly auspicious road.
At that moment, she decided that there would never be an apostrophe where she was concerned. She will never again belong to anybody nor will anybody belong to her. As the drops began to fall, she held out her bloody hands. She stared in amazement as the red dripped off her fingers, soaking into the indistinguishable road beneath her tired, broken feet. She ran. She was as aerial as the wind...
Transitional periods are so hard. We all kinda go crazy when we know change is coming.
I give and give and give. And people take and take and take…it all for granted. Sometimes, being too nice ruins your life.
Soon, I will have nothing left to give.
EVERYONE’S EMOTIONS ARE RUNNING WILD.