"And that’s the thing about people who mean everything they say: they think everyone else does too."
- Khaled Hosseini (via ruineshumaines)
(via ruineshumaines)
"Maybe tonight I’ll call ya,
After my blood turns into alcohol,
No, I just wanna hold ya."
- ed sheeran
This view is the one writer’s overlook as they write the great works that our children will read on their electronic devices one day. [run on.]
The view deems some evenings a little more memorable then others, merely because it was the backdrop to your story.
I’m watching the world conduct it’s business in silence as I lay here and eat my Popsicle. It’s unnerving. And slightly voyeuristic, yet somehow quite the amenity. [suz I hope you’re reading this from somewhere special.]
This is the view I’ve always wanted.
So tell me why I still feel so unaccomplished.
Goal oriented or not, everyone sleeps much better at night knowing that they have accomplished something that day. That year. That decade.
I’m gonna work on accomplishing something. Something great. And who knows how this will turn out, but my Capricorn mind is racing.
And this chair with this view better do me right.
I lay here amongst a semblance of background noise, trying to drown it out and think.
Selfish love. The concept is mind boggling. And I can’t seem to crawl away from it. The famous quote has taught us that love is never selfish. And that’s the only kind that floats around me.
Pull your head out of your ass and think about someone else for a change. And love them the way they love you.
I’m on the verge.
I’m about to write something great.
I can feel it in my core.
I felt my hands tingle all day and I knew.
If you wake up in the morning…
"The most important things are the hardest things to say. They are the things you get ashamed of because words diminish your feelings. Words shrink things that seem timeless when they are in your head to no more than living size when they are brought out."
- Stephen King (via ruineshumaines)
(via ruineshumaines)
"The plain state of being human is dramatic enough for anyone, you don’t need to be a heroin addict or a performance poet to experience extremity. You just have to love someone."
- nick hornby
refresher course.
i’m not ready to write my own words. too much. too heavy. too intimate. too scary to face yet…
so i’ll use the words of others. for now.
I’ve been roaming around,
I was looking down at all I see
painted faces,
fill the places I can’t reach
You know that I could use somebody…
you know that I could use somebody…
Someone like you
and all you know
and how you speak
countless lovers
undercover of the streets
You know that I could use somebody…
you know that I could use somebody…
Someone like you…
Off in the night,
while you live it up,
I’m off to sleep
waging wars to shape
the poet and the beat
I hope it’s going to make you notice…
I hope it’s going to make you notice…
Someone like me…
(I’m ready now)
Someone like you… somebody
Someone like you… somebody
Someone like you… somebody
I’ve been running around, I was looking down at all I see…
thanks kol. for one we’ve all heard too many times to stop loving.
