December 2009
14 posts
To the world you may be one person, but to one person, you may be the world.
Are we human, or are we dancer?
Beauty without intelligence is a masterpiece painted on a napkin.
There are days when outside your window, I see my reflection as I slowly pass,...
– Death Cab For Cutie, I Will Posses Your Heart
Holding your scarred heart in hand, it’s all the same.
Lost and insecure,
I wish you’d find me.
It’s sad. And frustrating, and confusing and stupid and just about every other negative word in the goddam dictionary. When you can lie to everyone else, and you end up believing it’s true too. When you can look at yourself and wonder how you ended up this way. When you said you were never going to be a certain thing or do certain things, and you end up...