feelings… part 1. i know i’m in the wrong place, yet i feel immobile. i feel lost like a fish swimming circles in a small bowl. my life is a routine, and its the familiarity that scares me most. i want out but i’m afraid, i want happiness but all i know is hate. i’ve given up on expectation, as im becoming too familiar with the letdown. sometimes i feel what must be close...
“Alcohol, coffee and pain killers are the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life…. Or whatever this is, the morning after we need painkillers and coffee to numb the night before.” rinse (your glass) repeat. quote me looking at last nights efforts and craving coffee and a Nurofen so bad.
When one strongly believes in something, it takes overwhelming contradictory...– 500 Days of Summer’s Original Script (via 52hearts)
HIM: Part of the problem is that hearts don't break. A broken thing shatters on impact into a million shards. Hearts shred, like fibers of a favorite denim that's come unraveled. All of the elements are still there but not in a way that's useful to anyone. A broken thing is swept away never to be used again. but you will continue to use your heart in all of its limited, tattered capacity, a remnant of its former usefulness and beauty.
ME: Like a pair of old Levis you refuse to throw out or donate.
It was the promise of summer We sealed it with a kiss This time I’ll do things proper How did it get to this? Dear you, tonight lets get ahead of ourselves Plus now, I barely can remember Yesterday stretched on for so long Tomorrow feels like forever My God, you know how much I needed this These days are filled with such disaster Sometimes I think that life will never be the...
I some how thought it was a no brainer for blue eye shadow and a heart on my cheek, and a lot of shots/ beer/ ciders. And drunk messaging. Oh mardi grass. Fml