December 2011
43 posts
2012 will be dedicated to reparation.
Oh, the various cruelties that play on the heart…
Oh, for everything to be so simple, to be in love and for that to be enough.
It feels like i’m dreaming, home has been perfect, everything is exactly as it should be.
Love to all, Merry Christmas
x
“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”
– Jack Kerouac, On The Road (via knockturn)
Southern Comfort.
I dragged my life back home for the holidays. I’ve spent the last four months dreaming of today, December 16th, to get off that train and to know that everything from that point on would be perfect. I was obsessed, I planned so much in my head, there was so much I wanted to do. Its been a really hard four months, but the thought of coming back to what was waiting for me quite literally saw...
I never thought that everything would be alright. I just really hoped it would.
Now there’s not a second where I’m not at war with myself.
I’ve never had a dream that shattered me so much when I realised that it wasn’t real. You were there, I was certain.
Oh to mean so little.
it’s been a pleasure.
Home doesn’t feel much better.
“I hope to God that we can do this, i know i can”
I’ve been sinking through the floor.
“Sometimes the ability to dissociate from your emotions is harmful to you and...”
– (via funeral)
I wonder if this is a lost cause, maybe, probably. I really hope it’s not.
I would do anything to be happy again.
“Damaged people are dangerous. They know they can survive.”
– Josephine Hart (via mols, mols)
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“My sisters eating paint chips again, maybe thats why she’s insane? I shut...”
– Slow Motion
Brace yourself for the storm, take shelter, hope that anything, absolutely anything that you hold dear will come out in one piece.
One night soon i’d like to sleep with a smile on my face.
So i stand and watch the people get off, run up to people on the other side, hug, kiss and smile.
“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the...”
– Jim Morrison (via kari-shma)
Fridays are usually the happiest day of my week. Instead i’m staring out of the window, trying to understand why I’m not on that train.