February 2012
49 posts
“I wish you never looked at me that way. Eh eh, eh eh. There’s nothing else...”
– Lady Gaga
My head is fucking pounding.
“Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do...”
– W. S. Merwin (via bavarde)
In a very odd state of mind.
“We travel, some of us forever, to seek other places, other lives, other souls.”
– Anaïs Nin
Being sick makes me extra needy. Extra whiny. Extra tired. Extra clingy. :(
Have felt like crap all day. Sinuses are on fires, throat aches, and the pressure in my skull could crush an elephant. Dying of heat one second, then freezing when I take my hoody off or push up my sleeves.
But now I’m sitting at an indoor pool waiting for the kids’ swim class to be over. It’s so warm and humid and I don’t want to ever leave this room.
Fuccccck. Think I’m getting sick. Sinuses and throat both hurt.
Drained.
the past is prologue: When you start thinking... →
1000gynecologists:
When you start thinking about what your life was like 10 years ago—and not in general terms, but in highly specific detail—it’s disturbing to realize how certain elements of your being are completely dead. They die long before you do. It’s astonishing to consider all the things from your past…
“Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we...”
– Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via misswallflower)
If only you wanted me to be your valentine..
Goodbye? Am I ready for the real one yet?
It would’ve been easier if you never would’ve text me to begin with.
I want to hold your hand and talk with you about current events.
Hives.
Due to being upset.
Please, just stop.
I really cannot comprehend how you can consciously treat someone so badly, then feel sorry for yourself when they don’t want to deal with you.
My heart aches.
“As all historians know, the past is a great darkness, and filled with echoes.”
– Margaret Atwood | The Handmaid’s Tale (via blogut)
The inside of my cheek has four holes in it. It’s pretty numb for now.
Anxiety is a bitch. This will hurt tomorrow.
“Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your...”
– Franz Kafka
I am surrounded by injustices and wrongs. Those experiencing them don’t complain. Those who do complain are lost yet truly their own demise.
“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think,
I’m not going to...”
– Charles Bukowski, Gamblers All
I just want someone to hold me, let me cry, not telling me that everything will be okay but that they’ll never let go if I don’t want them to.
“Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And...”
– St. Augustine
Continually ignored.