i will buy you soon
So today at work was a VERY exciting day around 3 o’clock.
The new Giambattista Valli Couture Fall 2011 collection came in.
Love is an incurable malady like those diatheses in which rheumatism lets up only to make way for chronic headaches.
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| — | Marcel Proust (via fuckyeahproust) |
Let’s become each other
In the darkness
Of two cracked hearts
Hollow in their whole
Yet together in nothing
In the end
All we can do is be seperated
By the divide
Life and death
Cold and warmth
Light and dark
We are meant to be apart
I know this
You know it too
And we both felt it
When we felt…
Why does everything have to be
Such a big deal with you?
And why can’t you just feel
peace for two seconds?
Why can’t there ever
be something right?
Why do you make me
feel like shit?
Who gave you permission
to be a bad human?
How is it you justify
being a bad human?
Why did you start
so many…
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
flawsstitchedwithgoodintentions:
Clouds: A spoken word poem.
clouds used to hold
more than water droplets
or frozen ice to me.
they used to hold
dragons and spaceships,
faces and flowers,
dancing pairs
and angry dogs.
they used to be
treasure chests
holding back the
rays of sunlight,
gleaming with
their stock
and now it seems
that all they are
are clouds to me,
and even worse,
I don’t notice them
anymore, until
they begin to cry
from my neglect.
