if all humankind has the potential to be creative, can we all be artists?
you let me keep warm in your clothes while you cooked me white rice mixed with olive slices. i pretended to read NYLON but i was really staring at your butt. we watched the OC all day until the sun went down. then we went back to sleep &did it all over again the next day. i just wanted to say thankyou. thankyou for that weekend<3
this is my house, this is my home - we were promised jetbacks
to trust someone is to hand them a loaded weapon.
to trust someone is to give them an open target.
to trust someone is to be destroyed.
nights like last night just shouldn’t happen. ever. i miss you &i hate when i’m weak about it. i find everything in you, everything. do you remember when we went camping before the fall came? it was so beautiful in the mornings & i was getting used to waking up next to you. i won’t regret saying this, not this time. i think it’s better than keeping my mouth shut, that goes without saying. maybe i would have been something you’d be good at. maybe you would have been something i’d be good at. but now we’ll never know. i almost wish i could turn back the clocks &force myself to say the words we were both waiting for. but i can’t &even if i could i’m not sure i’d be able to give in &say it first.
once again, the change of the seasons is fulfilling my emotions. i fill my coffee with pumpkin spice creamer every morning &watch paranormal shows on demand. &that’s just the way i like it.
(formspring)
do you have gauges?
nah, they’re cool &all but not really my thing :)
I really want to thank you for everything you said. late last night, I made up my mind to go to my hometown to go visit my father’s grave today. but for some reason, I woke up feeling horribly ill (which has happened numerous times before, but this by far was the worst). I passed out twice today. I’m severely exhausted.
ah my pleasure. never hesistate to vent to me. i hope you feel better. &GET SOME SLEEP, BRO!
I just wanted to tell you that you’re a really pretty girl.
whyyyy thankyouuu!
Why do you like audry hepburn so much???
i think i fell in love with audrey the first time i saw breakfast at tiffany’s. i had to be like seven years old &my aunt &i would dance around the house singing moon river. i guess i was more in love with holly golightly then audrey hepburn but as i saw more of her films &started learning about audrey it was pretty much set in stone. she’s a good role model plus she’s gorgeous as fuck so.. there you go!
you seem really like every other ridiculous girl in the world. posting your bullshit doesn’t make you creative or cool.
feeling superior to people on tumblr doesn’t make you cool either so i guess we’re even.
i’m starting to tear at my seams. my sensitive &confused inner-makings are beginning to spill out onto the harsh cold floor that is reality. repair is not something that will happen overnight. oh, how i would love to have the ability to ignore my heart &listen to my head instead, but that’s almost impossible. how nice would it be if we could all cut &paste our hearts so we got the right feelings with the people we know would always love us? this, too, is impossible. it’s almost unfair. i need someone to calibrate my heart to my head so that they sync up flawlessly. it’s all impossible. contrary to what one may think, these situations are not at all easy. not even a spoon full of sugar will help this awful taste go down.
what does one do? i guess i’ll just sit on the edge of the rigid world seconds away from ultimate disaster until a little bird lands on my shoulder with all of the answers. i am the puppet &my heart is the hand of the puppeteer.
in your honest opinion, what do u think of me? i know u dont know me that well, but if u had to say something about me what would it be?
from what i know of/about you, you seem very sweet &your picture comments always make me smile so that’s a plus! but once we actually hangout i’m sure i’ll be able to say more.
does your monroe piercing leave a mark when you take it outtt? i’m getting one soon and i dont want it to look gross when i take it out xD thanks so much! :D
there’s always gonna be a hole there but other then that it just looks like a little freckle.
what makes you feel alive? has the college experience been stressful? where do you wanna go and what do you want to do in your life?
honestly, it’s really simple but what i love more then anything is walking around NYC in the winter time with the lights glistening with some good friends &a nice cup of hot cocoa. although, going to shows is right up there as well as beach bonfires<3 as far as college goes it wasn’t too stressful until finals started getting close. i don’t think i gave myself enough time to get things done as i should have. i’m planning on going to FIT as soon as i finish up my two years at suffolk but eventually i want to work for NYLON magazine so i can focus on fashion as well as music!
What is your favorite ice cream sundae? :D
i don’t know if they have coldstone where you’re from but i love the mud pie mojo. it’s pretty amazing.
Just so you know, I so have a crush on you!
aww, that’s really sweet. too bad i don’t know who you are!
you’re one of my favorite tumblrs. you’re content is amazing, and you’re writing is so refreshing. you seem to be nice to pretty much everyone and that’s very rare for teenage girls.
thankyou! that’s very nice<3 although you should know the truth, i can be extremely bitchy when i want to be. butttt for the most part i don’t like seeing anyone sad. but keep reading!
why are you scared of? not like spiders or the dark, but like absolutely terrifies you?
i’m absolutely terrified of living with no meaning. just day to day, and without making any kind of difference. i’m also scared that i’ll never fall in love. is that stupid?
how long does it take for a monroe piercing to heal?
ummm, i honestly don’t remember. i don’t think mine took too long to heal though :) it didn’t hurt so definitely get one if you’re into it!
why are you so pretty omg
thankyouuuuuuu! you’re pretty too stranger!
lately i’ve been missing. i keep wondering how things could have been if i would have gotten on the train home that night instead of closing my eyes &walking away. somewhere down the line, i lost myself. whether it was in waiting for you to turn around or for me to realize i had made a mistake. i ended up giving fantasy a try. i figured if i could just hide the things i didn’t want to remember, (ex; the words you said &the goodbyes we never shared) as well as the things i didn’t want to happen, that they would go away. &forever they’d be lost… somewhere deep in the sea &never to be found. but as i’m finding out, sooner or later, they wash up along the sandy shore &everything, every single little feeling &fear &idea is right there out in the open for everyone to see.. including you.
i am most thankful for my bunny rabbits<3
other then that.. whatever.
i guess i deserve the sunburns &the sand gritting between my teeth. splinters from driftwood &tongue swollen from salt, falling over feelings like seaweed. i should have expected a shipwreck. i should have steered towards the lighthouse &away from the rocks, but i pointed my bow straight into the fog &let the wheel spin through my hands till blood crept into the callouses on my palms. wood cracked &crumbled like sandcastles when the tide rises. water seeps in the cracks between the planks &swelled to the ocean that now seperates us. well i am no disciple &my messiah is long dead. i cannot breach the gap between us, cannot turn this water into wine or even anything of substance. i’m left here staring at my reflection &wishing it was your eyes i was looking into.
&i’ve always been a dreamer;
envisioning hips, lips, &fingertips.
(i guess i just don’t care anymore)
i’m always trying to measure all of my inadequacies with the spaces between ribs &the curve of taut skin across hips, pulsating with friction &the knotting of intestines. falling too far out of control, quickly into minefields hidden in ditches under highways, burning rubber sirens flashing. i have no wish for mass carnage, just upset stomachs &glass capillaries shattered by the heat. the tags &stitching of a thousand skins will hang from telephone wires, pulling down the sky with their unbearable weight.
i’ll wear it like a wound. but eternally, fuck you.
