There’s more than this
more to miss
the touch on my skin
the kiss on my lips
Though Far Away
as it would seem
alarm the trigger
for you to see
To see me now
please let me be
please let me do
my dying wish
It fades away
I still hold on
So that it cannot
all be gone
you turn away
you want to leave
for you are blind
you cannot feel
but I would pour
my heart away
but you would think
it’s just cliché
I kiss you up
you slap me down
as I forgive
you gave a damn
a damned folly
alone in glee
isn’t that right?
I ask, you kill
but I bear it!
for the longest time
I bear it
as I try to climb
A pleasure beneath
the wanting of pain
the bliss of dark
a man insane
55 bucks. Hehehe.
47.50
Is getting 71.50 a bad thing? Lol.
80 fucking dollars and 50 cents. Shit.
76.50
That’s $70 for me :)
"Remember that feeling when you just want to talk to that person for hours and you wouldn’t mind if it’s only the two of you and the rest of the world?"
"Even though you believe in your inner locus of control, there would be times that you just can’t help to think that it’s not your fault anymore and that you are not the one to blame."
"Sometimes, you just have to wonder if life is really a Ferris Wheel and not a Roller Coaster; You have to look out for something bad to happen when everything is going perfectly fine, because most of the time, the bad really happens afterwards."
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
(via the-fiercest-fable)
"That moment you wake up and you know everything in your life is going perfectly well."
A delicate flower or blade
A force beyond my wake
I long to touch
To feel your embrace
Not too far
Not so near to me
But there you are
Keeping the flame
I run to the shadows
In the dark, we see
Against the will
We come to kill
The stains of blood
Already lingering
Across the hall where
You’re not too far away
Come see the scent
You bring to me
Does it hold dear
Or was I seeing things
Or feeling things
I must not.
Or thinking possibilities
Of the lost.
But there you are
In front of me
The very art
I long to be
To be one, forever ceased
The feeling, The longing
Forever missed
By us.
I’ve always felt that I am an angel with dark, majestic wings. Fallen from Heaven. Left to muster what’s left. Drooling over, landing on beauty. Beauty of the world. I sit and wonder will I ever fly again? As I, a dark angel, learn the edifice of life. I walk through it just making moments last as I know, one day, I will fly again and seek what these wings are made for.
"…that what I need to survive is not Gale’s fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The promise that life can go on no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again. And only Peeta can give me that."
— Katniss Everdeen, Mockingjay
