iblogforthekids: My biggest fear is that I will become too comfortable with the idea of being lonely for the rest of my life.
cynic-ism: cyn·i·cal: believing that people are motivated by self-interest; distrustful of human sincerity or integrity.
The Warrior Poet: Introspection: On Romance and... →
the-warriorpoet: I’ve been spending hours lately looking at myself and my life. Here are some conclusions I’ve come to. Side note: I’m not proud of some of this; I don’t like who I am sometimes; sometimes, I just barely want to be me. I certainly won’t think any less of you if you think less of me after reading…
withthenotesinmyears: Wasn’t it better if they kept this desire to see each other hidden within them, and never actually got together? That way, there would always be hope in their hearts. That hope would be a small, yet vital flame that warmed them to their core— a tiny flame to cup one’s hands around and protect from the wind, a flame that the violent winds of reality might easily extinguish.
Is this what I am looking for? How do I know if this is it, when I dont even comprehend the desires of my heart. How do I make you understand me when I dont understand myself?
Oh how good it feels. To trash someone when you are in the know. With your tight circle of friends. Oh but miserable you feel when you are not. All you can do is look into the circle and wonder.
pandas-popped: I like books. I can get lost in them and not worry about my own life for a while.
You don’t have to suffer to be a poet; adolescence is enough suffering for...– John Ciardi (via patheticadjectives)
Truth be told,
rniggahs: Loneliness is my only friend.
I can’t picture anyone daydreaming about me. I...
Your slightest breath on me, floats over me; stagnant as haze smothering all other thoughts.