February 2011
25 posts
“it’s not who you are underneath, it’s what you *do* that defines you.”
– Batman (via iamschwallacus)
Right: rested
Well rested.
Calm.
Moments of silence.
Moments of blindness.
Moments of sheer bliss.
Drifting asleep.
Not a care in the world.
But for you.
Well rested.
Calm.
restless
I’m restless again.
Thinking about not thinking again.
Wishing for inconceivable things again.
Sleepless again.
Dreamless again.
Feeling numb again.
Scratch that.
You can’t feel numb, if you can’t feel anything at all.
I’m restless again.
But…
Hey, it’ll be ok.
Right?!
heart of wood
6 more minutes of feeling alive.
5 more moments of forgetting why.
4 more questionable eyes.
3 questions revived.
2 answers derived.
1 goodbye.
silence
I was just resting my head upon my left hand.
All my weight falling upon my wrist.
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
Thump thump.
A heart beat emerged.
My crude meaty hand, pressed against my ear, reminded me that yes…
I AM ALIVE.
But.. I began to wonder.
What if the beats stopped?
What would I do?
Panic? Scream? Cry? Laugh?
Would I even have time to react?
If your beats went silent...
How many words does it take to break through the...
Three.
it's fine really
Are you thinking what I’m thinking?
It’s ok if your not, but like I hope so.
Are you singing what I’m singing?
It’s fine, really, but it’d sound best if we harmonized.
Are you dreaming what I’m dreaming?
Don’t sweat it, but I want to dream with you.
Are you falling while I’m falling?
I hope not, because I want to catch you.
Everytime you...
You're not alone in anything. You're not alone in...
redefined "home"
Home is where the heart is.
Your heart.
Your slowly beating, forever thumping heart.
Home is where your heart is.
Home is you.
uhhhhhhhhh
:) :) :)
“Shame, boatloads of shame, day after day. More of the same.
Blame, please lift...”
– The Avett Brothers
magic box
There are way too many songs inside of me.
I wish there was some way to harness them.
ALASSS!!!
DUN DUN DUN!!!!!!!!!!!
Come what qwop
Never knew I could qwop like this Like I’ve never seen these legs before Want to vanish inside your bliss Everyday I move you more and more Listen to my fingers, can you hear them sing Telling you to give me everything Seasons may change winter to spring But I move you until the end of time Come what qwop, come what qwop I will (try to) move you until my dying day Suddenly the...
pillow talk
I miss pillow talking.
All forms of pillow talk.
I guess that’s what I get for going to bed 2 hours after my roommates every night.
DRATS.
new song
me and peyton just wrote a new song.
BE PREPAREDDDDDDD
bad memories
Imagine falling.
Endlessly.
On repeat.
Realizing that this is the rest of your life.
This is all you will ever know.
Falling.
Endlessly.
On repeat.
Realizing that you will never be able to cherish life.
You will never remember or recollect a single memory.
You will forever be falling.
Endlessly.
On repeat.
You can see.
You can “feel.”
But you arn’t living.
...
terrified
Some dreams should just stay dreams.
Kept hidden away in obscurity. Hidden away from reality.
Hidden away from my life. My thoughts. My fears.
I’d like that. A lot.
Because some dreams just seem too plausible, too real, too achievable.
And that’s terrifying.
new song?
Let’s take it slow,
you know, grow in a multi-toned flow.
We’ll start again,
and pretend, that never happened.
It happened though. uh oh.
No, no, no,
I won’t cry tonight, or make light of dieing.
i’m just trying. to feel.
Eh. there’s something there,
something here. something real.
I think you know.
so, let’s take it slow.
when you accidently hit the backspace button and...
30jourrs:
lmaoooo!
