
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Monday, December 19, 2011
Sunday, November 20, 2011
♥
There comes a point in life when fun no longer means clubbing, drinking, staying out till 4am or thinking about only myself first.
Fun means Disney movies, family dinners, bedtime stories, long cuddles, a messy house, sleeping by 10pm and hearing little voices say "I love you." ♥
Fun means Disney movies, family dinners, bedtime stories, long cuddles, a messy house, sleeping by 10pm and hearing little voices say "I love you." ♥
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
She said that she wanted to get high. He took her to the tallest hill in town. She said that she wanted to stay up all night and drink. He gave her a 12 pack of caffeinated Pepsi and said “drink up.” She said that she wanted to shoot herself in the face. He gave her a water gun, put her finger on the trigger, aimed it at her face, and helped her pull the trigger. She said that she wanted to cut herself. He took a Polaroid of her, handed it to her along with scissors, and had her cut it up. She said that she wanted to see her blood. He took her to get her ears pierced. She said that she wanted to cry herself to sleep. He had her watch a sad, romantic movie before bed. She said that she wanted to be alone. He gave her a name tag that said “My name is: Alone.” She said that she wanted to have someone there to take care of her, always. He asked when he wasn’t.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
A real relationship
Has fights. Has trust. Has faith. Has tears. Has hurt. Has sweetsmiles. Has genuine laughter. Has weird, stupid, unnecessary arguments. Has patience. Has communication. Has secrets. Hasjealousy. And most importantly, love. This is all just a mess that turns out beautiful & an experience that can never be forgotten.
Thursday, May 12, 2011
Tuesday, May 03, 2011
You're really amazing, and one day, maybe very soon, you will find someone who really means the world to you and you will fall in love with them and he will love you to bits. He won't find find anyone else like you if he could search the world for ever and ever. You will find someone who wont want to leave your side. He might not have been in your life yet: he might have walked past you today, he might have walked outside your house a few hours ago, but one day he will be yours and only yours forever and ever.
Tuesday, April 05, 2011
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good
The Funeral
Monday, January 24, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Those are the days where you get so used to being what you are used too and when you find yourself too attached not moving forward. staring out of nothing, everything just swells up and burst, you think of possibilities you think of you being you werent enough yet you just dont seek for a change. you hang on to things that dont mean a single thing but you just hold on to even the slightest cause at least it makes you feel hopeful. hopeful for nothing and all you do was disrupting everything else everything that are in existence you question you doubt you conflicted when eventually all leads to nothing.
Wednesday, January 05, 2011
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