January 2012
1 post
So... Its been a while..
I forgot this even existed.
But its pretty evident it is here, still remaining like my sad pathetic excuse for a successful life.
I hate when I read over old memories. Not only does it take me back to the frame of mind where I am literally scared of everything around me, but It makes me physically sick to see how young, nieve and pathetic I have become over these past 2 years. Time like these...
December 2011
1 post
And everything I feel for you I wrote down on one...
September 2011
1 post
Brothers To The End.
August 2011
9 posts
nickdoesthings asked: the worst thing for me about waiting is that i don't smoke anymore. when waiting, i want to smoke more than usual. also, standing around smoking looks less weird than just standing about and i am very aware that people are looking at me and thinking 'why is that person standing around on his own? what is he doing?' "I wish I don't wish I still smoked," as dan andriano...
“To imagine is everything, to know is nothing at all.”
– Anatole France
Waiting...
I think lately its has became my least favorite thing to do. What ever happened to the days when waiting became a whole new level of excitement? Now it just seems to bring misery, doubt and anger. Why should we have to wait for things? The impatient mind, like my own, is unreasonable, impossible and sometimes just down right annoying, but maybe, just maybe, it is what forces us to make our...
“’inside my shoes, my toes were bunched up with holding back from just jumping...”
– http://whoa-whoa-woe.tumblr.com/ (via vault-713)
Attachment...
has always been one of the most difficult human emotions for me to handle. Love is one feeling, but to love one has to first attach. This, I guess, could be the poison of love. The cloudy sweetness is polluted by a poisonous feeling so vivid, real and bitter that it has the potential to ruin everything you are and everything you stand for. Once attached i find it so hard to become unattached. I am...
vault-713:
Wake up.
Look me in the eyes again.
I need to feel your hands, upon my face.
Words can relay nice. They can cut you open.
And then the silence surrounds you, and haunts you.
I think i might have inhaled you.
I can feel you behind my eyes.
You’ve gotten into my bloodstream.
I can feel you flowing in me.
How does it feel to know you never have to be...
July 2011
13 posts
Give us this day our daily dose of faux...
Today i felt happy..
Truly Happy. No fabricated happiness in any way. I feel as if my life is going somewhere finally. I have finally ridden myself of an unnecessary human being that has done nothing but add stress and unhappiness to my recent life. Its amazing how friends can just make all unhappiness you feel go away with just their company. I have smoked an inhuman amount of cigarettes and I plan to drink myself...
“A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is...”
– Oscar Wilde
Loneliness.
While alone at a small coffee shop in my home town I sat and wondered how at any one time, even surrounded by thousands of people, a person can feel lonely. Even when surrounded by family and friends, if you are going through a certain amount of emotions in your mind, emotions where your mental capacity will not allow you to see past your situation, a person will feel the most lonely they have...
“All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed,...”
– Edgar Allan Poe.
To Love..
To say I Love You one has to be in love. Maybe it is just my mind being young and naive but I have never been able to comprehend how at any one time a person can justify saying I Love You if they do not mean it. There is no limit to love and no limit to the amount of times an individual can love, but how people use the term so loosely and not feel an inch of bad feeling for it I cannot in my...
“They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream...”
– Edgar Allan Poe
I sat..
I sat.
I thought.
I wondered.
I fought.
I fought my fear of all things in darkness. Why I could never quite grasp. While the sky in its Inky twilight would make everything seem much more sinister, I knew it was all the same in brisk daylight. My painted pattern of sleep has been washed away by the fear of the spilling black dark liquid like substance. The slab of concrete...
“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing,...”
– Edgar Allan Poe.
Never believe anything your mind tells you after...
Inside you're ugly. You're ugly like me. Yet I can...
Welcome to my first post. Feel free to debate in...
People have always fascinated me. Since i was a child i always tried my best to understand people but never really took the time to understand myself. As a young girl leaving the stages of Teenage life i am still trying to find myself and establish my morals and beliefs but amongst the modern world it is like trying to find a needle in a haystack. Typical teenage emotions seem like the end of the...
I am but a teenage girl writing my thoughts,
Ranting and rambling things of all sorts.
Sometimes I wont make the uppermost sense,
and I will never talk in the perfect tense.
But one thing that I am most willingly sure,
Is that when I do write I want to write more.
So this is my Blog where I’ll leave my mark,
I hope it delights and ignites a spark.
