December 2011
35 posts
It wasn't a perfect night
But it was beautiful. And I realized it’s not good food or good walk or good talk or good weather that makes our moments beautiful. It’s you —you being mine, you being you, you loving me.
I feel like talking
I reaaaally don’t want to stay up this late on the grounds that doing so means (1) eating JUNK hours PAST MIDNIGHT, and (2) waking up 12 hours after with a guaranteed, wild headache.
But with me coughing every five seconds and with this clogged nose there’s no way I’m getting any sleep tonight.
I started on my third lecture trans tonight after (MINDLESSLY) finishing two (out...
“(How frail the human heart must be-
a throbbing pulse, a trembling thing-
a...”
– Sylvia Plath, from “I thought that I could not be hurt” (via loveyourchaos)
Mind's adrift, so is the heart.
I watched a few episodes of ATBG, one of the cartoons of my childhood. I promised I’d be productive tonight, but it’s almost 2am and I haven’t finished a single thing I had planned to do today.
And now, because I believe in what Lourd had said, let me write —I’ve lived, and so now let me write.
Weekend came.
I was feeling a little upset, as if something was...
“Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.”
– Hermann Hesse (via quote-book)
With Christmas and new year coming up
I’d really like to believe that happy moments are better off lived out, than written down. It made more sense to me to write about the loneliness and the heartbreak and the pain —all those things I wanted to forget about. Because my primary purpose for writing was catharsis, and hardly anything else. I wrote almost every night, just before going to sleep, so I could liberate myself...
that moment of serenity
hoapy:
when, in hindsight, you realize you made the absolute best choice you could’ve made. #noregrets
