Naomi: could you leave? Arthur: can I just stay here for a minute, please? Naomi: why? Arthur: because it will reduce the proportion of my life that I spend feeling utterly miserable
0045hrs that spoiled my poor heart
In pain again…maybe leaving this place would for good would actually help. Should not have returned. I hate myself…for believing so much. For never learning time after time.
Cause I am in question, you are in reason Soon this will change just like the seasons My leaves will fall while you’ll turn to cold And the colors on the ground are so bright and so bold And I’ll make no motion You’ll hold me tightly, I’ll look at you As you let me down lightly The story always ends up like this Another opportunity that you’re going to miss So you write the title and...
so ive been searching fo th nailrings for a really really long time and when she came to me with the rings i was pretty speechless. now you can get em too in both silver and gold at TORN ENVELOPE !! besides the rings, my personal favorite is the Tribal Spike necklace (as seen in the first picture) . hurry click the link and find yours!
r.i.p AMY WINEHOUSE
BREAKING NEWS: Amy Winehouse, 27, found dead at her London flat i swear when ju bbm about her death i thought she was kidding..apparently not. this really makes me very very very upset. i really loved her. another one bites th dust.
If you go away on this summer’s day Then you might as well take the sun away All the birds that flew in the summer sky when our love was new And our hearts were high And the day was young And the nights were long And the moon stood still for the night bird’s song But if you stay I’ll make you a day Like no day has been or will be again We’ll sail on the sun...
If I am honest I will admit that I have always wanted to avoid love. Yes give me...– Jeanette Winterson, The World and Other Places (via helplesslyamazed)
Received Wed @ 4:51p
“…..Though I have said this a million and one times before to get her back, she has willingly gave her heart to me over and over again to only take it back broken to pieces by me. And that’s only because she loved me wholeheartedly which I wasn’t capable of doing so because of my immaturity and self centeredness. Now that I have finally changed and ready to love her...
1503hrs so take a look at me now
This is th hardest part of being single after spending 7years with someone. When I decide t push all plans aside and stay put at home…I reached fo an sos cuz that was th only face I was willing to see but I guess th universe doesn’t much revolve around me and so here I am.. Still in pajamas and wounded lips from all th peeling I did when my nervousness acted up in th dead of th night....
So I’ve decided t stay home with orange juice and a pack of stress relief. I’ll lay in bed all day today. P.s: House visits are most welcomed.
0424hrs Let's just keep touching let's just keep...
when the lights went off in purple and blue, purple and blue. i knew i knew. the gentle words, the promising sentences twirl like a bow around my heart. and that was enough. ive spent the last hours dazing and blowing into the night’s air. story of the year and bright eyes makes a good combo fo tonight. boys singing pretty and breaking lyrics in haunting tunes are always a favorite....
I want a lover I don’t have to love I want a boy who’s so drunk he doesn’t talk Where’s the kid with the chemicals I got a hunger and I can’t seem to get full I need some meaning I can memorize The kind I have always seems to slip my mind But you but you You write such pretty words But life’s no story book Love’s an excuse to get hurt And to hurt ...
I’m not afraid to try again. I’m just afraid of getting hurt for the same...– (via katelizabeth, runawaytrain)
I thought I saw your figure passing me by. Time stood still.
Late at night when all the world is sleeping I’d stay up and think of you And I’d wish on a star That somewhere you are thinking of me too
Feelings don’t die easily because we keep feeding them with memories.– (via goosetavo)
Its a full moon tonight.
0616hrs Oh it seems awfully far for us to find it...
When th alcohol wears off, it becomes very torturing. Especially when th ride home is accompanied by a radio station that vomits love songs.. and my head repeats questions about why and how and the occasional what ifs. That’s when my sockets fill themselves reluctantly and my lips taste th bitter tears going at high speed, and it doesn’t stop. I stare at th meter, concentrate on how...
Its a quarter after one, I’m a liul drunk and I need yuou now Oh I dno how I can do witrhout, I jz need you now
0637hrs love love tyou tonifght
Again again again. I miss you, hjow long haas it been alkready..sigh sigh sigh
I’m tired of people saying he’s not worth my tears. If he wasn’t worth it, I...– (via eletheowl)
Remembering is only a new form of suffering.– Charles Baudelaire, La fanfario (via awritersruminations)