Wednesday, 26 September 2012

   There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. 
Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. 
Just hearing their name pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, 
and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, 
words are useless.

via —Sara Zarr, Sweethearts

Tuesday, 25 September 2012


a newly required unsuspecting way to protect myself,
fairly clever if I do say so myself
camouflaged under aloofness 

Thursday, 20 September 2012

"You've begun to feel like home. 
What's mine is yours to leave or take, what's mine is yours to make your own."
I don't care if they're awkward and nervous
I cheered!!

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Friday, 14 September 2012



  1. Draw or pull (something) back or back in: "she retracted her hand".
  2. Withdraw (a statement or accusation) as untrue or unjustified.

Thursday, 13 September 2012

Wednesday, 12 September 2012


it's a curious thing
what honesty does for one's peace of mind
even if it's shared with someone fairly irrelevant 
but a long time hopeless romantic, nonetheless
I think you would have liked what I was wearing today

spanish sahara

if you haven't ever watched this video
i highly recommend doing so now
it'll do your soul a great deal of good

Tuesday, 11 September 2012

Sunday, 9 September 2012

you are

1. a natural disaster
2. a rolling stone
3. a exotic creature
4. restless for the unknown
5. certainly not returning
at times I think maybe you rubbed off on me


and you're all on it
until I take you off
ho my,
sometimes I shake my head at how naturally inadvertent I can be

she's a mess of gorgeous chaos, and you can see it in her eyes.

hungry eyes

Tuesday, 4 September 2012


Marilyn & I did not sleep well last night
Hopefully tonight we'll find a momentary lapse.


I'll bet my tattoo fund that you aren't going to enjoy once I begin to reciprocate the little amount of respect you show me
all faith was lost in the arms of love

Monday, 3 September 2012

I’m always missing someone or someplace or something, i’m always trying to get back to some imaginary somewhere. my life has been one long longing.

— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via peaceblaster)


she was drunk with her child-like perspective of your approach 
                                                                                          of your passion.

(by casimms)

(via imgTumble)

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