You’re an interesting species, an interesting mix. You’re capable of such beautiful dreams and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you’re not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we’ve found that makes the emptiness bearable is each other.
The unreal is more powerful than the real. Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it’s only intangibles, ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on. If you can change the way people think. The way they see themselves. The way they see the world....
A vegan’s ice cream cone isn’t dripping blood. Is yours? If it is made with...– veganthis.org (via aedindavies)
let me ask you
can you be happy with out money,or is it we work a job 9 to 5 each day we hate to get money to be happy? why do we need a piece of paper to fulfill our dreams
Once apon a time there was Candy & Dan. Things were very hot that year. All the wax was melting in the trees. He would climb balconies, climb everywhere, do anything for her. Oh Danny boy. Thousands of birds, the tiniest birds adorned her hair, everything was gold. One night the bed caught fire, he was handsome and a very good criminal. We lived on sunlight and chocolate bars, it was the...
I was anti-everything and everyone. I didn’t want people around me. This aversion was not some big crippling anxiety; merely a mature recognition of my own psychological vulnerability and my lack of suitability as a companion. Thoughts jostled for space in my crowded brain as I struggled to give them some order which might serve to motivate my listless life.but then i found you
cette coutume de cesser la pluie
sitting in the empty smoke filled room and all i here is the rain. why does it sound so beautiful so soft so you? have i hit the floor so hard i cant bear to be without you?either im crazy or in love. but i no one thing for sure is if this rain keeps going i will never sleep. i couldnt bear to leave the sound of you
i drink coffee like water and i still dont know what to say. i still dont know how to get out of bed half the time. its not pretty or endearing. i whisper you secrets, i am still looking to be saved, sometimes i am so weak, sometimes i am so strong., here you go, i’ll give you everything for one more chance. my heart is ugly but it could be all yours.
i miss you