It's only a matter of time before we all burn.

Things that give me butterflies: #352
Taking a nap wearing your super wonderful potential boyfriend's flannel.

That feeling of hope and bliss is floating all around once again.

Tangled as my heart is with yours, would you have me born with wooden eyes?

At the end of the day, we endure much more than we think we can.

Alone, with someone, licensed, suspended, angry, happy.

No matter what, I will be alright. I just need to shut up and listen to what my gut says. And when things go wrong, there's always sarcasm and 80's music.

I guess the pills don't work & the drinks don't work. In the morning they hurt like cigarette burns.

...And everything, including I, will be alright.

Hello again, Cloud Nine.

I woke up alone this morning
After having slept for quite some time.
No charming prince came to break my spell,
And I was just fine.

I feel like the shadow, I don't even bother for any more than that.

Alright, fuck it.

Fuck you. Fuck him. Fuck everything.

No one can love me like I can. No one can take care of me like I can. I'm done. The bitch is back.

Anger accomplishes so much more.

You always loved the colors & the details, so here's mine.

I need a day to just lay around and be defeated.

And of course that day never comes when you really truly need it. Your mind drags your heart, kicking and screaming and flailing, back to where it has to be.

I really just want to protect you and let my feelings stay at bay.

Oh well, c'est la vie, I guess.

I suppose sometimes we want so badly to see a sign that we start to see them too easily. I didn't know what I wanted and how badly I wanted it until it was being waved right in front of my face.

Hopefully this godpersonthingconceptwhatever that I've been praying to will look out for me. As for now, it's not the right time.

It just hurts so bad to realize it all.

Won't you come outside, love?

It's amazing, the things you find when you let go and stop looking so hard.

2012 is going to be a big one for me, I can already tell.

I would like to know the pain of a broken heart, just to let me know that I can fall apart.

Not waving, but drowning.

I just need to get through this week, then I can breathe and work on step four.

You'll find me in the morning, hidden within the rose.

What the hell kind of sad excuse for a girl invites men she can't stand over at ungodly hours of the night, just because she's so terrified of what she'll do if she has to stay in her room alone?

There are all these big dark scary spaces within and throughout me that I can't ever seem to fill. Everyone around me is moving so fast, and I just can't keep up.