February 2012
15 posts
Rare stunner.
You’re a marriage between the eyes and the brain.
Goodbye.
Sometimes it feels so futile that I could weep and cry. Hope, that is. It seems as though one ought to grasp one’s fists tightly and ball them up tightly, while one clenches one’s eyes - eyes shut tight till one’s knuckles are white. I hate conventional, don’t give me that. I’m beginning to sound angry and angsty, like ants crawling into a rapid frenzy chasing after...
Iron this.
Trying to make sense of things, is the moment you realise that you know nothing at all.
Hi
Kon-Ni-Chi-Wa. That’s how you say it. I am not sure how I should go about doing things. I cannot keep asking you ‘what should I do?” like a kid who knows no better because, then I would have an excuse to blame you for the opinions that I sought after, and also, because what I do does not translate to anything on your side. For I believe you care no more than I do. I am caught in...
Worry
Don’t be a prick, you’re an asshole.
The last category
So what? Dreamers always have their own audience of attention and imagined applause. I could last awhile.
Of girls and daggers
First, there was that unexplainable sense of girly distrust, second, it makes you wonder what on earth they’ve been hiding under their painted lips and hidden smiles.
“Don’t settle because you’re afraid you won’t find something better. Don’t...”
– Jackson Kiddard (via elige)
