Tuesday, April 26, 2011
There is something about the way your eyes move around my face, and then up away to the sky.
They bring me shame, and longing, all in one.
I hope you can see the break in my eyes, that none of this is easy.
That no matter what, I can never hate you.
You'll be apart of my homesickness, of my heart and forever my head.
I already miss you.
They bring me shame, and longing, all in one.
I hope you can see the break in my eyes, that none of this is easy.
That no matter what, I can never hate you.
You'll be apart of my homesickness, of my heart and forever my head.
I already miss you.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
yes. YES!
The Colbert Report | Mon - Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c | |||
Pap Smears at Walgreens | ||||
www.colbertnation.com | ||||
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brb, I died from laughing.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
"Does it break my heart, of course, every moment of every day, into more pieces than my heart was made of, I never thought of myself as quiet, much less silent, I never thought about things at all, everything changed, the distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go, is ignorance bliss, I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it."
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