Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Under fluffy covers beside a lava lamp whose warm pink and orange glow dances over my body and the wall I look at and still everything is so cold. And I like cold, but this kind is not kind to my bones or my insides.

Saturday, October 27, 2012

“Poetry, beauty, romance, love. These are what we stay alive for.”
—Dead Poets Society (1989)

If I were Tom Riddle

I'd hide the pieces of my soul in songs, not objects
"I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show."
-Andrew Wyeth 

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

I wish I loved things that were not fragile.

I wish I didn't love things that could break.
“The happiest people are those who think the most interesting thoughts. Those who decide to use leisure as a means of mental development, who love good music, good books, good pictures, good company, good conversation, are the happiest people in the world. And they are not only happy in themselves, they are the cause of happiness in others.”
William Phelps (via larmoyante)

Stars Crossing

A deep red, velvet dress is on its way to find me.

Saturday, October 6, 2012


image source: thefashionspot
Black Locks

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

when i was sad then, i would say i'm happy. i'm sad, but still i know this is happiness. now i know i am sad but forget how to form the other words