Thursday, April 22, 2010

she really loves him,

Bat for Lashes is really amazing, and this is one of my favourite videos, really.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

I'm only what you want when it suits you

or if you need something from me.

It's a bit amusing really...

It makes me die a little bit inside, but it's darkly humorous.


x

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

We've only ever kissed lying down
We've only ever touched
When there's no one else around
I can be elusive if you want me to
I'm not being intrusive
I just wish I knew the truth

As to why
I wait for you
Longer than the average person would
And why
I think about you
More than I think one should

Our body's fit together like a makeshift puzzle
And It's clear to see why you puzzle me
And you turn your frame
And you whisper my name
As though I am a burden

Cus I'm making up for last time
And I'm making up for you
And I'm waking up from last night
And I'm waking up with you
So what's new
So what's new

I am at your house
So I belong to you for now
Trying to impress you
But lord I don't know how
I can be a statue if you want me to
I'm not being difficult
I just need to know the truth

As to why
I'm wanting you
And I would take you away if I could
And why I'm still here
It's something I still haven't understood
Our hands rest together like pieces of paper
But they're always blank when I hold your hand
And it gave you a fright
When I stayed the night
And you gave yourself to me

Wait, they don't love you like I love you

All the pretty girls wear high necked dresses.
Their hair is naturally beautiful; gently and subtly breathtaking.
Lips stained pink with innocence and whispers.
And that ever so slight purplish bruising underneath their eyes, betraying late nights spent gazing at constellations with equally beautiful lovers.


x

Friday, April 16, 2010

Thursday, April 15, 2010

explicit.

Not sure how I feel about it. I thought I knew how I wanted to feel, but it's all just lost now.
There's this massive tornado of everything whirling inside me, and I'm scared it might burst out soon.



x

Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Wow.

I'm just completely tired of it all.

Exhaustion has set in, and everything slowly fades.

Monday, April 12, 2010

here comes original sin

Contradictions complete me.
Those explanations make revelations common rather than magical, and the fairy dust is shed from them.



Everything is losing focus, including me.
Hazy.

x

Thursday, April 8, 2010

We were never anything special, we never made each other mix tapes.

you're making love now to the lady down the road

I really hate this, and I know it's my fault.

But I can't escape, and it scares me.

x

Tuesday, April 6, 2010


This.

Really small on my wrist.

Relate to me.

I am being suffocated.
My eyes glazing, senses dulling.
Dying is much more peaceful than I would have imagined.
A shadowy box in an empty room.
Is this all it amounts to? I ask.

Your reluctance to speak answers me with deafening certainty.



x
Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
I thought of you and where you'd gone
and let the world spin madly on

Everything that I said I'd do
Like make the world brand new
And take the time for you
I just got lost and slept right through the dawn
And the world spins madly on

I let the day go by
I always say goodbye
I watch the stars from my window sill
The whole world is moving and I'm standing still

Woke up and wished that I was dead
With an aching in my head
I lay motionless in bed
The night is here and the day is gone
And the world spins madly on

Friday, April 2, 2010

It's far too early in the morning to be trying to call you, and far too early in the daytime to be thinking about that, but I am.

Thursday, April 1, 2010

take this longing

I want:
a cat
a haircut
a laptop
an ipod
a place of my own
travel plans

serenity


x

you said you wanted to crawl down deep inside,

Apply pressure to my mind, for it is wounded.
I am leaking forth, uncontained.
Hold me back from destruction, for I shall surely fail. On the brink of disaster or creation.
Ultimation indecipherable from concievement.
Farewells are tangy and cold upon the softly naive lips of an infant.
These gratitudes are meaningless obstructions to life.


x