December 2010
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The Art of Letting Go
sincesheleft:
The art of letting go is a hard one to master. It doesn’t come naturally my way. It flies in my brain, spinning round ever faster, and clings to my arm, begs to stay. But its pleas and its cries I now recognize as lies as I pull ever firmly away. For ahead through these woods waits for me something good, or so I conceive as I pray.
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Yppah
I’ve felt great these past days. I am so glad that the trip made tension go away and it reduced a lot of the stress I had been carrying with me these past months. I felt such a huge release being away from the city and from family and everyone that can judge me. The wilderness is marvelous, especially at this time of the year when people are either the most joyful or most depressed due to...
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lawanduhslovelywords asked: I really like the songs on your blog!
And your theme is pretty cool too
And your theme is pretty cool too
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i can barely breathe by manchester orchestra
lawanduhslovelywords asked: I really like the songs on your blog!
And your theme is pretty cool too
And your theme is pretty cool too
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Chapters
I’m going to marry a writer. His words will take me places I have never been. To a world where the only truth will be the words he writes. Vivid and with such power to paint vivid images in my head. He will write of love and describe it using two words and to say I love you he will need a paragraph full of similes and figurative language. I will marry a writer and will sit and read pages...
ehmmoh asked: happy holidays! (:
ehmmoh asked: happy holidays! (:
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i’ve been trying to find a balance these past months, and i started to think that after this hectic semester a nice break would be nice. i keep telling myself this is a test, a test test test. but for what? i dont even know myself. i suppose i’m trying to find a center, an underlying solution to problems out of my reach. i’m trying to remain hopeful because somewhere along the...
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Anonymous asked: I've always thought you were beautiful. Just letting you know.
Anonymous asked: I've always thought you were beautiful. Just letting you know.
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volcano by damien rice
you give me miles and...
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Wasted
Wasted love on things that never mattered. The boy who broke my heart, but won me over with a smile. None of it matters. The the boy with the golden watch to match his smile and swore to love me. We spoke of forever before either one of us knew what it felt like to love something more than our own life. The boy who called me beautiful and promised I was everything he ever wanted and stole what I...
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slipknot- vermillion pt.2
She is everything to...
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lonely love fevers
he stood there arms stetched towards me. i could feel his warmth without a touch, i could smell his scent without inhaling, and i ran out of words without speaking. the sound of his voice replaying words i wanted to hear, my ears taking word per word, dancing their way into my ears like a beautiful melody. if this is what you wanted to hear then why are you crying, he asks. i make my way towards...
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I feel like everything is one giant blur lately. One immense rollercoaster ride, with so many highs and lows. For once in my life i wish things would stay consistent. Just once. Maybe i need a vacation to a big city and rent a suite, do some fine dining, some pampering, and shopping. Or isolate myself from the ninety-eight percent of humanity that i consider pricks and go off to the woods, rent a...
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stage one
there’s been a change, an alteration of some sort because the sheets feel different. they feel cold, not warm with the usual heat that your body produces. the dishes on the sink have been still for about a week because i cannot manage to scrub without staring out that window. if i look out hard enough i will find something i have been searching for time and time again. the water form my...
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tonight
was something else.
too much to sum into words.
i had a date, and i cannot recall enjoying myself and my time with another being this much; in a long time.
it was good, thats all i have to say, goonight tumblr.
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Anonymous asked: http://iamdwreck.tumblr.com/post/2305674581
Anonymous asked: http://iamdwreck.tumblr.com/post/2305674581
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a boy i know
i love that you know my favourite color without me having to say it. you read me like an open book. there is no wrong or right when we talk because we hold conversations like we’re analyzing a love novel. you listen to my favourite music and i hadn’t met anyone before who has ever watched more chick flicks than you. you’re impulsive, outgoing but reserved. you rather stay home...
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التشغيل
a playlist in no particular order, but it’s mainly what i’ve been listening to lately. some are old, some new, still noteworthy.
castle walls by T.I ft. Christina Aguilera
friday i’m in love by The Cure
penelope by Saosin
until the day i die by Story of the Year.
black winter day by Jedi Mind Tricks
heavy in your arms by Florence and the Machine
save me by Nicki Minaj
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the girl with no self control
we were both drunk, had a little too much to drink; very little self control left. i awake the next morning in the hands of a stranger, in a house i cannot recognize. he wakes up unable to remember my name, sally sally sally. he persists he has it at the tip of my tongue and he’s whispering a name that isn’t my own. one foot out the door, i pull on my clothes and walk away slamming the...
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“L’amor che muove il sole e l’altre stelle”
(the love that moves the sun and the...”
– Dante Alighieri
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hourglass
The thing that i’m afriad of most is time or the lack of. You talk about it as if we’re running out, and perhaps i’m dumb for believing that time is on our side. You say such beaitiful things to me, that i almost find myself believing every word you whisper and every word engraved onto those letters you write to me. I feel like we’re just two kids still, you know, playing a...