physically in shock. i’d rather write happy words, trust me i would. but every thing’s in slow motion. as you just described it, “it feels like a nightmare and i’m not waking up”. just last night, we were watching you. running and running. showing off. you defied the earthly maximum level of cuteness. too young. it was that familiar cheeky smile that awoke me just this morning. then the natural thoughts come flooding into his mind; what if i’d done this? if only i had ….? everything’s changing. he was part of her soul. each other’s familiar. watching your comforts break down. and it’s because it was so unexpected and no one could fathom the possibility, that makes it feel so wrong. time’s moving so slow, there’s so much of it, and we don’t know how to fill it.
i’d like to live before i die
favourite words of the day - flummoxed. be-bother. bewuthered. depredations. quim. philanthropist. conviction. beneficiaries. louse. profanities. :D
i make your bed more than i make my own
i’m never in photos, so this is kind of a big deal
we hide from the sun, with amazing times we steal
dayne’s my best friend, and chiss in a laughing fit
lighting up sparklers, eating vegan cupcakes we sit
ally’s my kitten hippy, responsible for these nights
in the darkness we create light and magical sights
the science couple proudly in their ponchos and velvet
in darkness to see the city, there’s nothing to regret
except that not all could experience our naughty picnic
a bunch of misfits, outcasts but talent-fully artistic
alive with the moon and working in the days
drinking all the vodz and smoking many jays
always
……for now :)
i have this fear that people see me as little and weak
i’m shy, i can’t help it
i like being fragile
but inside, i’d like to be as strong as
katniss or hermione, some of my friends or my grandma
i have a sense. i’m little and chirpy, and wont get taken seriously
i heard a quote earlier than keeps sticking;
dont confuse kindness for weakness
If I don’t wake him up to leave I’ll be in trouble, as we are something
But if I wake him up to leave ill be in trouble, as we are not something
I dont know how I got here
Physically
eyes closed. chin up. my pillow. her arm curved above her head like a hidden moon. she looked like a ballerina. I wanted to cuddle the absolute heck out of her. but wouldn’t dare disturb such peace. eyelids flutter as if dreaming wonders. most vulnerable, she’s beautiful. an angel in my bed and I’m the luckiest boy in the world
so today she was having one of those nothing afternoons. sitting inside on her laptop with reality TV ongoing. when the sun moved behind a cloud and the entire room’s light changed drastically. she liked it, as it was a kind reminder that even though she was so isolated, she still is a part of this massively beautiful world.
at work I cook, I serve, I clean
One for my gender, the nation and les hippies ^-^
next time you go to say something mean, negative, for the sake of it, unnecessary, rude,
dont,
Within all the metropolitan scum and city crimes, fire engines really are very pretty at night
i’m going to try word this the best i can. when people say there just isn’t enough time, thats nonsensical absurdity. there’s too much time. i want to experience every sunrise and sunset. not because the colours in the sky floating over the horizon is magnificent. but because each time is different. have you ever been in the streets at 4am, when you’re not wasted? have you seen the contrast between people up at 9am and people up at 1pm. only four hours difference and the world is different. i want to be awake with the owls, but the monkeys too. there’s not enough time to sleep because i want to experience it all, not because i’ve got things to do. next time works not bogging you down, go out into the street for an hour that you haven’t before. amaze
