December 2011
72 posts
“Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier...”
– Homer, The Iliad (via unnamablerevelations)
“In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a...”
– Don Draper (via 24ribs)
“In this world, love has no color - Yet how deeply my body is stained by yours.”
– Izumi Shikibu (via consensuous)
onourhands
somehow i know you are the reason why i can’t find promise in another’s hands. and as hard as i try to shake you from my reality, your presence keeps floating within my thoughts. i easily can sit and remove myself from this situation we have on our hands, but in the back of my head you lay. your words ferment and your eyes sting. so easily i can sit here and wait, and so easily i could...
inyourcharacter
i have wished myself into solitude and with shaking heads and questioning lips they wonder why i stand with empty hands. i can give all the excuses, but ultimately i have made this choice. to not give up. to not settle. i’m a glutton in this game of love and the ingredients aren’t in correct proportion.
babe, you taste like lust…you go down so well. this minute satisfaction...
serverlifewoes
Last night I worked an off site function for a big defence firm for the city. Basically, after asking our bosses several times if who were serving were criminals who got off - they told us that this firm specializes in defending the city police…so when you break it down, basically yes. I said yes right away, because for almost 4 hours of easy work, I would be going home with almost $400 in...
flickeroffuture
the flicker of future flashed in the forefront. and before you knew it, i picked up and ran. sensory overload has me hitting the pavement with complete disregard for the toes i step on. i thought i wanted it, but apparently not enough, not from you.
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and for the greater good, i pulled away. i left you there with your hands full of questions, without being able to give you the answers you wanted.