March 2010
4 posts
I’ve been lost lately.
February 2010
9 posts
Are you masochist?
“You never gave me nothing that I could hold on to.”
Get out of my mind, get out of my dreams. There you are eternally sitting on that park bench, telling me to stop talking nonsense and kiss you. Now all I have is the memory. I feel like an elderly woman who remembers when her skin was smooth of wrinkles and her head full of plans and dreams that never materialised. I had no worries then, only intrigue and desire.
Does anyone else sit on the train and try to guess things about fellow commuters? I mean things like their music taste, whether they get along with their parents, when they last had sex or what their favorite food is.
http://www.formspring.me/herabstractmind
My favorite albums at the moment
23 - Blonde Redhead
Avenue B- Iggy Pop
The First Dance- Bridezilla
Source tags & codes - … and you will know us by the trail of dead
Songs III: Bird on the water - Marissa Nadler
Loveless - My Bloody Valentine
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my...”
– Syliva Plath The Bell Jar
I am reading this at the moment, it’s wonderful.
Please, attach an anchor to my heart because I fear it will float away.
January 2010
7 posts
“I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via foralskelse) (via vild)
Oh dear, this milk is translucent. I’m never drinking light milk again.
I’m glad you are getting out of there too.
December 2009
53 posts
I’m looking for a match. Someone to light me up, someone to burn the proof of the things that I’ve done.
“I need to get it on DVD, it’s just so dramatic. Two parts of it nearly...”
– Nathan on a dragonball z series. Hehe.
It’s 11.40am on a Wednesday morning and everyone on this Cleveland to city train looks hung over.
I am just a speck of dust inside a giant’s eye.
“You don’t want to love — your eternal and abnormal craving is to be loved. You...”
– D. H. Lawrence, Sons and Lovers (via rejecter) (via thoudostwish) (via herekitty)
13169.) Six years ago, my film studies teacher and...
likeneelyohara:
(via blogsecret)
Let me melt in the heat of your gaze.
“I am afraid, I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralysed...”
– Sylvia Plath (via floatingintheblue) (via revived) (via nostalgicdreams)
I’m sitting on my veranda with Jenna and Callum drinking vodka & Ginger ale.
Today Jessie and I went op shopping and to this lovely little Irish cafè.
I wish I could be carefree and wild but I got cat class and I got cat style.
Just watched Art School Confidential. It was so great, totally in line with Clowes’ humor.
10 days until I get my OP. Really not looking forward to finding out just how badly I did.
We don’t belong in this century. We don’t belong in this universe.
I wish I liked myself more, that would be quite nice.
She hides herself with music. She never shows her...
dontbesurprisedbytrepidation:
stephanierocket:
sweetcatastrophes:
(via aarrching)
I still loved you more than anyone since or before.