Just For Fun!

everyday is the same, its on repeat, over and over. i want to escape. i want to break free. i want to run. run...run......

Tonight I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write the saddest lines. To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.  - Pablo Neruda

can we go on a picnic now, mi amor?

Two neighbors share the same birthday. Thus, they celebrate their birthdays together. Every year, they somehow manage to find another person that shares their birthday, so they can afford to gradually make their parties more grandiose.

this user has pyromania

the words you make me say

when the waters in my lungs

and i am drowning

and falling

are the words that hurt the most

but they are the words

that make my mind ache

with the buzz of the most deepest sincerity

you told me to live

and to feel

so i experienced all those things

without you

but for you

because you told me to

because of you

i stayed afloat

- BrontideRaven

if someone loved me like i loved reading 18th century law books...

actually...its thursday today

Disco Grover

Tell me that I haven’t fallen for the most romantic thing ever.

Persuasion (by Jane Austen) has an exhaustingly beautiful and sort of haunting loving feel that drifts through the air, and actually, makes me long for a romance to stir me out of my sorrows.

A few lines of the letter that really catch me are these,

“I am half agony, half hope.”

“I have loved none but you.”

“For you alone, I think and plan.”

“You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of the voice when they would be lost on others.”

You cannot tell me that is not romantic. To see a kiss, to share a kiss , to hear others recollect their memories of youth and love...makes me wonder why I let myself down and let go of the one who captivates my heart every time I hear their name. Even a thought of every second we spent together, any moment that arrives to my mind...makes my heart beat faster and makes me feel in a daze again...but then I feel my heart sink, because they are no longer with me. They no longer have me in their mind.

Jane Austen’s words are too powerful for my weak frame of mind, I fear.

Perhaps I will move onto the Brontë sisters for this week.

i love my friends so much. the fact that i know multiple people who have respect for me and whom have stood up for me, and the fact i share the same respect towards them. how they’ve always been there for me, even if they don’t understand in any situations i’ve got myself into. they are the people i trust the most, and i share my photography with them, my writing, my music. everything i create i always second guess until someone tells me its worthy of other people seeing it, and i don’t usually even show my parents or family what i make. when i show someone something before i post it that means i trust them with everything. i have social anxiety and a major part of that is a fear of peoples judgement and the fact i know my friends will never judge me. sometimes i fear they will but i know they won’t. my best friend has been in my life for almost seven years. god damn. i need to message my friends and tell them i love them. bye.