Once upon a midnight dreary: This is What I Am →
amidnight-dreary: I am beautiful. And trust me, so are you. You might look at this poem and think “How can she say this, she doesn’t know me.” You’re right, I don’t, but I wish I did, I hope that we can speak all night until the sun decides to show her bright and radiant face, just to give me a night where I… this entire poem is beautiful
Promise me that you'll never fold?
THE WORLD IS MY RUNWAY: If only.. he knew.. →
unreleasedme: You know that feeling you get, when the person you love, smiles at you? If you love somebody so much it’s hard to breathe when he’s around you, than you know you’re in love. But the thing is.. we always fall in love with the wrong people. Well, I do. When he looks at me this warm feeling goes… I was about to spend an hour writing something very similar to this, but these...
Poker isn't my Strong Suit
No sob story tonight folks, I got exactly what I wanted. I wanted things to stay the same and now things are permanent. I should have been more careful with what I asked for, but either way, I’m a sucker for ironic situations, even my own tragic ones. I smile at the thought of them together. I would say she must have been so happy when he agreed, but I know her too well, and she’s not...
I tried, You tried, We tried. All of the times we had together, we should have...– J. Cole. (via everythingsgoodtilitgoesbad)
soren578: I’ve been listening to this guy a lot...
You make me dance like a fool, forget how to breathe Shine like gold, buzz like...– Uncle Kracker, Smile
This is Poker and I'm Calling
What happens next is nothing. We stay the same as we’ve always have, enjoying each others company and loving each other silently. I have made all the moves I can make and now I am waiting. I’ll see where the cards lay after tonight. I’ll see where they lay in a week, in a month, in a year. That is the only move I’ll make right now and I maintain my apology. Call, fold, or...
Newton's Third Law
I apologize for last night. I apologize for letting you hear what you heard. And for the most part, I apologize for what happens next.
live without pretending, love without depending, listen without defending,...– (via starrynightsxoxo)
Write it all down before I forget. That’s what I’m telling myself. But how could...
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A Glimpse of the World Through my Mind
His eyes flickered to the clock. He checked his watch, and adjusted his glasses. He was a sunflower, tall and beautiful, yet lost in a sea of chrysanthemums, laburnums, and lady slippers. He took great care in standing up, and brushed his chocolate hair to the side. He was a paradox of humility and purpose, desperately handing out faith to those around him. It was different every time. The...
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Anonymous asked: Perhaps share with me the new ones, then? You know how to reach me.
Anonymous asked: Of course I'd save something like that. I have everything that was sent to me, except the printed bit. That's buried in the Labyrinth in a sacred place, under the left leg of the north bench,as well as a string I put there with it. Should you ever decide to venture there. I hope you laughed at the dream.
My Life, In Pieces.: I love this stuff. →
soren578: Challenges. That’s what I told him. It was something completely out of the realm of guessing. He probably expected Dance, or Music, something artistic and individualized, but not individual. I could tell that look on his face when he read it. Challenges. He wasn’t impressed, no, because it wasn’t… I love when someone saves something like this, especially when most of it is...
Listening to: Owl City Can’t keep track of...
I’ve been spending way to much time on tumblr recently, and need to stop. Unfortunately, I don’t think this will be the case. On the bright side, all my excessive time on tumblr has lead me to witness what a typical tumblr looks like; a random hodgepodge of reposted and posted pictures, quotes, videos and memos, with a long tail of comments that are exceedingly difficult to follow....
My first official post, and I have to admit I don’t quite know what I’m doing. I probably should have looked at other peoples pages before trying to create my own, but no, I’m just winging it. I probably should talk about myself a little bit, tell you my personality so you know what you’re getting into by reading my posts, but that’s never been my style. I can give...
Breathless we flung us on a windy hill, laughed in the sun, and kissed the...– Rupert Brooke