Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone. I would cross seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all I  have, but not for a man, because they want to be the destroyer and never be destroyed. That is why they are unfit for ( Read more... )

since today only happens once every four years, it deserves a post!
but today i maintain my silence. so terrible getting shot down again, for no reason other than overdefensive-ness.

it said that there will always be people one can understand and by understood by because the world is so vast ( Read more... )

i take very long to sleep at night because even if i'm tired i'm too anxious about deliberately drifting into unconsciousness to sleep. whereas in the morning i can't pull myself from it.

why can't you just tell me and save me all the speculation? at least i'd have an absolute.

want to post, have things to say, want to say them, don't want to say them here.
at least not now.
wrapping up the burden and carrying it on.

so frustrated at being above average at everything but not outstanding nor in the upper tier of anything.
sometimes, particularly now or during the semester i feel like extending past the limits of my brain and reaching out, further and further and rising above my current station to know more because the presence of my limitations and inadequacies ( Read more... )

may this be a better year and everything will go smoothly... let me have patience and you understanding. let my caps please start rising. let me have a fulfilling year.

and everyone also

Got picked to read this during class today. Tried to get through it as quickly as possible... then realised how apposite it was. In other news I still have a long way to go in the art of villanelle. Never thought this poem would be stab at me so greatly, even though I'm not trying to delude myself.

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many ( Read more... )

the things i could have said... should have said... conciliatory offerings i could have made...
but so hard to do it when i was wronged or you hurt me, when you weren't sorry at all, how could i?
the things you did... came with such twists. when you made something for me as a surprise... but shared the whole process and made something even bigger for ( Read more... )

when something doesnt work out, nobody tries to fix it. why must i get over this?
why is this happening to me. what is life and where is mine.