February 2012
41 posts
Take My Power. Please.
dearoldlove:
Why do I have no pride when it comes to you? Why do I keep putting myself out there so you can shoot me down? Why did I give you my power?
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A word that does not exist in the English...
Ya’aburnee Arabic – Both morbid and beautiful at once, this incantatory word means “You bury me,” a declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
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Out of the countless songs I’ve seen played live, there are only three that have brought tears to my eyes.
Three Cheers For Five Years - Mayday Parade.
Motivation Proclamation - Good Charlotte.
Wounded - Third Eye Blind.
That is part of the reason why they mean so much to me.
So There
dearoldlove:
You will always be my first. My first love. My first lover. My first heartbreak. That will always be true. So there!
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atomiclanterns:
i either want what hurts me or what i can’t have
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Faith
dearoldlove:
Here’s to having faith.
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“We smile at each other and we look into each other’s eyes and we speak to...”
– A Million Little Pieces, James Frey
Rare Feeling
dearoldlove:
And while in the future, I might find someone who will reintroduce me to that rare feeling which you so effortlessly brought and kept, I know there are names and faces that change everything like cyclones in a field.
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New Friend Plan
dearoldlove:
I’m not saying that we should risk ruining our friendship. I’m merely suggesting that we remove the clothes from it.
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Wrongs
dearoldlove:
We’ve got no one to blame. We were in the wrong time, wrong place, wrong situation.
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It’s a blank word processor document, that rhythmically winking line coaxing you to start something new.
It’s the peeling paint on the garage from no primer, the peeling skin on your feet from no shoes.
It’s laying in your driveway with nothing to do.
It’s your first concussion, your first stitches, breaks, bruises.
It’s watching Scooby Doo because you want to.
It’s hating your parents’...
loveyourchaos:
You fucking bum me out sometimes, you know.
Confused Miss
dearoldlove:
I can’t tell if I am forcing myself to miss you, or if I miss you all the time and I fight it from coming out.
“I often repeat myself
And the second time’s a lie
I love you
I love you
See...”
– Andrea Gibson (via loveyourchaos)
January 2012
49 posts
Most Comforting
dearoldlove:
I’ve received the most comfort not necessarily in sex but by sheerly sleeping next to you.
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