Friday, May 21, 2010

Sorrow

Sorrow found me when I was young,
Sorrow waited, sorrow won.
Sorrow that put me on the pills,
It's in my honey it's in my milk.
Don't leave my half a heart alone
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.

Sorrows my body on the waves
Sorrows a girl inside my cave
I live in a city sorrow built
It's in my honey, it's in my milk.
Don't leave my half a heart alone,
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.
Cause I don't wanna get over you.
I don't wanna get over you.

Don't leave my half a heart alone,
On the water,
Cover me in rag and bones, sympathy.

Cause I don't wanna get over you.

I don't wanna get over you.

-The National

Thursday, May 20, 2010

i'm

[so over round brackets]

;)

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

if i kiss you where it's sore, will you feel better?





when the whole world comes crashing down around me, these three make it all okay.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

you're so gay ;)

"If I liked vagina, you'd be my girlfriend"

- Simon, my gay

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Lua

I know that it is freezing, but I think we have to walk
I keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off
But Julie knows a party at some actor's West side loft
Supplies are endless in the evening by the morning they'll be gone

When everything is lonely I can be my own best friend
I'll get a coffee and the paper, have my own conversations
with the sidewalk and the pigeons and my window reflection
The mask I polish in the evening by the morning looks like shit

And I know you have a heavy heart, I can feel it when we kiss
So many men stronger than me have thrown their backs out trying to lift it

But me I'm not a gamble, you can count on me to split
The love I sell you in the evening by the morning won't exist

You're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black
Just keep going to the bathroom, always say you'll be right back
Well, it takes one to know one, kid, I think you've got it bad
But what's so easy in the evening by the morning's such a drag

I got a flask inside my pocket, we can share it on the train
And if you promise to stay conscious I will try and do the same
We might die from medication, but we sure killed all the pain
But what was normal in the evening by the morning seems insane

And I'm not sure what the trouble was that started all of this
The reasons all have run away, but the feeling never did
It's not something I would recommend, but it is one way to live
Cause what is simple in the moonlight by the morning never is

It was so simple in the moonlight now it's so complicated
It was so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight
So simple in the moonlight...


-Bright Eyes

Friday, May 14, 2010

i'm wide awake, it's morning

i want to tell beautiful people that they're beautiful
i want to listen to pretty songs
i want to walk through the streets alone, feeling the crisp air make my cheeks pink
i want to learn through experience
i want to have conversations without speaking
i want to watch and observe
i want to drink cheap wine in warm, crowded places
i want to watch movies that speak to me, and those that don't and just let me feel numb
i want to draw, but i'm not very good
i want to spend time with the people i love
i want to explore
i want to hold hands
i want to create something beautiful
i want to meet someone meaningful
i want to take interesting photographs
i want to drink tea and eat cake
i want to bake
i want to be around majestic creatures
i want to understand them
i want to take all of the pain and sadness out of the eyes of the world
i want to always feel as alive and awakened as i do right now, and i want to want all of this forever

Monday, May 10, 2010

that's when i realised that alone never goes


he stood in the doorway looking right through me
he lent in to kiss me, but i could sense it was a chore
he used to tell me that i was beautiful
but now he's not sure
-Dear Reader


[today it hurts]





Wednesday, May 05, 2010

there, always.

every single person you meet leaves an imprint on your life. and every time, you change a little bit because of it. and you can never give back what they have left, even if you really want to.




[i don't know if i like that. sometimes i wish they would just go away]

Tuesday, May 04, 2010

how i wish, how i wish you were here.



i miss a lot of people today. a lot of people who have been special to me in the past, and a lot of people who still are. i want to tell them all, but i don't feel like i can. i don't feel like saying "i miss you" to them will really say it all. because no three words are ever enough to portray how we feel.