#an old note

[dysaesthetic]

an old note

constant motion

constant action

synergy

misguided energy

into the past

from the present

ever so restless

when will you see me

for who I am?

when will you stop?

when will you take a look

at your own actions?

constant misguided energy

flowing into the joint gaps

filling them bit by bit

to be revisited

only by a licensed counsellor

to undo the damage

as advised

constant restlessness

into the void

to forget

and to never mourn

the loss of

a true identity

[tinythoughtlings]

On accidentally loving

I think it’s funny how we can talk about needing to cleanse our lives and everything, but at the end of the day we can’t help loving those people who really need us- or at least the people that we tell ourselves really need us. We may talk about how we really feel about them, but- something about us- we accidentally love people til they are stitched in our hearts, even if we are never to see them again. Is it more of a blessing or a curse? But either way we will attribute them to our memory being overly secure and our hearts being overly attached- you’ll never hear us say things like: it’s cause we just love so much. And through our overt laughter and our attempts to divert and transfer and run away, sometimes you’ll see our eyes before they have a chance to hide a thing and when they are blinking through these thoughts; you’ll see a softness in the subsiding of our defensive dust.

[insearchofthetower19]

There must be something damning

in reliving the past again and again 

in strong memory 

and over commitment 

sending yourself whole and all to who takes your hand

asking, begging, pleading to please, to hold and be held, 

but I mean to romanticize reality, to be in love with an idea and not a person 

the rose colored glasses might spell disaster for me 

getting drunk on ones of sentimentality and emotion, self indulgent and antithesis of pithy 

the way you can capture a moment, a mood, in your head and keep it and paint it and perfect it to how you want it, 

[pussymoneybree]

you see a stranger and you freeze. you don't know what it is.. it's that weird "I've met you before" feeling. you can't move, you can't talk - you just stare. and then they walk away, and you're left to wonder about their deepest thoughts and desires and why you never said anything when you had the chance.

Bree St. Amand

[bitesizechorizo-blog]

SUMMER.

Imagine the sea breeze waft through your hair, the rustle of palm tree leaves, the sound of waves lapping the long stretch of white sand and people smiling brightly and the warm sun kissing your skin.

Enveloped in all these, I wonder what they have got to do with this summer love I always hear about. In a song it said, "...but just a summer thing he won't see her again."

- Another note I found while I was cleaning up my room this morning. Apparently I keep antique trash. This was from way back, but I don't know exactly when. What I was trying to say then, I can't remember. And now I can't find in my head the words that should come next.

Summer love, huh?