wears heart on sleeve
rock the cowgirl blues, rock too fast for love ♥
Oct 18
“ Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.
—
Arthur Miller (via quote-book) (via worldonfire)
I don’t usually reblog quotebook because a) I don’t follow them and b) I’m slightly creeped out by them (in a good way?) because whenever they reblog my stuff (usually through lovebot [checkout my name-dropping tonight, y’all {if you’re not a tumblr-user and you’re reading my blog you can ignore the name-dropping}]) my tumblarity goes up from its normal 100-250 to 900+ and I sort of spazz a little because I wonder who the hell is reading my blog and liking and reblogging stuff and then I realize “oh, I posted a good quote, ok” and wait for the numbers to get back to normal again.
ANYway! My regrets aren’t things, they are people. And usually not (entirely) my fault. They are people that I put too much into who put nothing into me (emotionally. we shouldn’t get into literal talk here—that’s bat country) and who gave everything of mine to someone else. And then when I am left with nothing and they are however they end up all I can do is ask why they let me give so much for so long without letting me go. And it is always when I find myself again, when I am refreshed and full and wonderful again that I also find someone else into whom I empty.
I am still trying to be full again. I do not blame you. Not for this time. You told me to find someone else from the very start. I just have horribly unshakable faith.
(via sleepanddream)
oh i feel so special! :)
and p.s. i feel the same way.. although in the end i prefer to call it horribly misplaced faith.
Oct 17
The Archipelago Of Kisses
We live in a modern society. Husbands and wives don’t
grow on trees, like in the old days. So where
does one find love? When you’re sixteen it’s easy,
like being unleashed with a credit card
in a department store of kisses. There’s the first kiss.
The sloppy kiss. The peck.
The sympathy kiss. The backseat smooch. The we
shouldn’t be doing this kiss. The but your lips
taste so good kiss. The bury me in an avalanche of tingles kiss.
The I wish you’d quit smoking kiss.
The I accept your apology, but you make me really mad
sometimes kiss. The I know
your tongue like the back of my hand kiss. As you get
older, kisses become scarce. You’ll be driving
home and see a damaged kiss on the side of the road,
with its purple thumb out. If you
were younger, you’d pull over, slide open the mouth’s
red door just to see how it fits. Oh where
does one find love? If you rub two glances, you get a smile.
Rub two smiles, you get a warm feeling.
Rub two warm feelings and presto-you have a kiss.
Now what? Don’t invite the kiss over
and answer the door in your underwear. It’ll get suspicious
and stare at your toes. Don’t water the kiss with whiskey.
It’ll turn bright pink and explode into a thousand luscious splinters,
but in the morning it’ll be ashamed and sneak out of
your body without saying good-bye,
and you’ll remember that kiss forever by all the little cuts it left
on the inside of your mouth. You must
nurture the kiss. Turn out the lights. Notice how it
illuminates the room. Hold it to your chest
and wonder if the sand inside hourglasses comes from a
special beach. Place it on the tongue’s pillow,
then look up the first recorded kiss in an encyclopedia: beneath
a Babylonian olive tree in 1200 B.C.
But one kiss levitates above all the others. The
intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss.
The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
Jeffrey McDaniel
“ You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Oct 16
i'm broken inside. i'm dying from the inside out.
and i tell myself i am fine and i am surrounded by great people. and i am. but i see your face and i die a little more inside every time. i miss you.
i'd love to
set up a tent in my room, fill it with pillows and blankets and flashlights and books.. and spend an entire weekend in it with you.
“ He smiled, she smiled, they knew right away, this was the day they’d waited for their whole lives, for a moment the whole world revolved around one boy & one girl.
— Colin Raye (via betterthanfine) (via quote-book)
Oct 15
“ I think that’s what’s wrong with the world. No one says what they feel, they always hold it inside. They’re sad, but they don’t cry. They’re happy, but they don’t dance or sing. They’re angry, but they don’t scream. Because if they do, they feel ashamed. And that’s the worst feeling in the world. So everyone walks with their heads down and no one sees how beautiful the sky is.
Oct 14
Someday
They speak of love and loss
they say I’ll find myself
that everyone hurts
just like me
I’ve taken too many breaths
shut my eyes too many times
to a darkness
that won’t fade away
Beat slow please slow
my heart that rages
boiled blood that bleeds
not solely for me
My eyes will hold
silent secrets shared
promises that soon
pain will wash away
Still I dream
held in slumber’s kiss
of when the sun
will rise again
I fear not the night
nor my trembling shake
I feel your eyes
watching me
Someday I’ll speak of love and loss
Someday I’ll find myself
I know not anyone hurts
at all like me
-Tyler Knott Gregson-*another old one*
