December 2008
51 posts
“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks...”
– Carl Jung (via sooshi) (via skysignal)
“Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with...”
– Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via thoughtsdetained) (via michellardi)
“When I was 5 years old, my mom always told me that happiness was the key to...”
– Expectations (via Capucha) (via xcelsior) (via cosita) (via heartsparks) (via letterboxlove) (via lovebot)
Trojan Horse- Bloc Party
You used to take your watch off before we made love
You didn’t want to share our time with anyone
You used to close your eyes when we kissed goodbye
You didn’t want to see me draped in sadness
And now there’s nothing here, now there’s nothing here at all
In a loft conversion off new north road
You were here I was here there was something real here
I know there was
You know I still adore...
“Goodbye is the hardest thing to say to someone who means the world to you,...”
– (via littlemiss) (via kari-shma) (via brokenmachine) (via plainjaneday) (via getthefuckoutrightnow) (via lovebot)
Dwayne and Uncle Frank
Dwayne: I wish I could just sleep until I was eighteen and skip all this crap-high school and everything-just skip it.
Frank: Do you know who Marcel Proust is?
Dwayne: He's the guy you teach.
Frank: Yeah. French writer. Total loser. Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent 20 years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh... he gets down to the end of his life, and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, Those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All those years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing. So, if you sleep until you're 18... Ah, think of the suffering you're gonna miss. I mean high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that.
Mad World- Gary Jules
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kinda funny
I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I’m dying
Are the best I’ve ever had
I...
November 2008
81 posts
“wait, they don’t love you like i love you.”
– maps, yeah yeah yeahs
I care.
spectra:
lovebot:
finallyseeing: kari-shma: havent-got-a-prayer: sarahsaturday:
I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. I care. and I don’t know how to make it stop.
I care too.
I want to make it stop.