life as I see it. Quotes, lyrics, and thoughts as they come to me.

to the lovesick: you will earn so many beautiful scars.

the meadow her stage the many flowers her captivated audience

You are a Nazi. And my heart is being sent to the gas chambers in your concentration camp of love.

The rain pelted my face. It was like the sky was mocking my eternally dry tear ducts and stoic unemotional heart.

When your drowning, you don’t say, “I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me.” You just scream.

You don’t know me that’s ok. You might find me anyway. Don’t you know that I belong arm in arm with you baby?

Sometimes I like to pretend that you’re sitting right here , kissing my cheek as I try to figure out the square root of pi. But then the song ends and I realize I’m alone and I still don’t know the square root of pi.

I’m wearying to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there; not seeing dimly through tears and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart, but really with it, and in it.

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the wind longs to play with your hair.

I love the sun. I will bask in the diamond sunbursts of its rays

she smiled in a way that only a truly tragic hero could.

Make me into anything, but just love me.

I’m as sure as a girl, could be You are the boy that’s been running around in my dreams.

Oh, you’d change. If someone ever admitted that they were head over heels for you, you’d be swept off your feet in a moment.

I don’t want diamond sunbursts or marble halls. I just want you.

just waiting for the guys to queue outside my window with roses and guitars.. no one there yet

and the time you shook my hand it felt so nice… and I never usually notice peoples eyes but..

I guess I’ll go and learn how to miss you, and you can do the same thing here.

I just want to make sure that a million years from now I can still see you up close and we’ll still have amazing things to say.

we are all in need of rescue. and from who or what or where will always change.

It is lawful to rest our eyes in moonlight, especially now that we know it is only sunlight at second hand.

I have definitely decided on a career over marriage. I think I’d like to be a nun. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be the bride of heaven? Oh, but then I’m not Catholic and I hardly qualify for that sort of career.

I can’t help flying up on the wings of anticipation. It’s as glorious as soaring through a sunset… almost pays for the thud.

I must confess the view from where I sit has been rather grey

I like ribbons and flowers. Especially when worn in my hair.

i am a wild thing. waiting in the brown and orange surreal landscape for the howls of my pack. sea cliffs and suns rising..

falling in and out of love. such is life. the alive kind.

I hide myself within my flower, that, fading from your vase, you, unsuspecting, feel for me Almost a loneliness.

No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.

You can only hold a smile for so long, after that it’s just teeth.

Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them. This only looks like love.

The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.

some days when the sun seems a little brighter it’s impossible not to smile at the sky..even if its only made of wind and light..

The only way to find true happiness is to risk being completely cut open.

Don’t do what you want. Do what you don’t want. Do what you’re trained not to want. Do the things that scare you the most.