The distance just made me less persistent.
The first thing that reading teaches us is how to be alone.– Jonathan Franzen (via word-digest)
There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in...– Augusten Burroughs (via stellablu)
And you are my poetry.
The Midnight Poems: A Reminder to Myself →
themidnightpoems: In wild fit I had a dream And let it rip me by the seams Which I had stitched so carefully With lies I hoped I could believe Deep in the copse her body lay Caught somewhere ‘tween the night and day Wreathed around with lilies white Her china skin devoid of light I knelt alone there by her…
I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything...– Marc Jacobs (via fakeville)
…sometimes when I miss you I put those records on.
Show me how to fight for now and I’ll tell you it was easy coming back to you once I figured it out, you were right here all along.
You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they...– Hanif Kureishi (via mishproductions)
Losing you was blue like I’ve never known Missing you was dark gray all alone Forgetting you was like trying to know somebody you’ve never met But, loving you was red
No New Friends
Today I realized that no matter how much you want certain things to stay the same they won’t, and I can’t be upset about it anymore. I tend to read too much into things and end up making myself mad over things I have no control over. I push away the people that are actually always there for me and long for the people that have showed they are all about self. Today I realized that no matter how...
JOHNanna, that's me.
I think with either a clear mind or a clusterfuck of thoughts. I’m really good at making mistakes and I’m really good at feeling good. It doesn’t take much to make me happy. I find great satisfaction out of cheap symbolic gifts and exchanging compliments. I also really like laughing and I can admit that I have a assholey sense of humor. I laugh at my own jokes. I’m cute...
Young writers should read books past bedtime and write things down in notebooks...– Lemony Snicket (via middecember)
aphrite: she laughed and she smiled she stood in the sun and shut her eyes she twirled her skirt and danced till she tired. she stayed away from the sad and never let herself cry. she never said hellos for the fear of goodbyes she built high walls and did not let bad inside and in ignorance of the world she found happiness inside.
raisonneuse: If I could play an instrument I would stand in people’s way as they’re heading over to class, work, plucking all the right strings to make them regret that their work keeps them from art. I would lead up to a crescendo during rush hour, when they’re are at the height of their self-inflicted frenzy and never finish my piece so they realize how human it is to find out how it all...