Its like cleansing your soul.

Dusting old book shelves, taking a long hot bath, finishing a story, starting a new one, changing the water in the fish bowl.

Something like that.

Ive had days, where all I would do is sit, and think. stuck. Our minds run like clocks run: continious, tedious, constant, always musing over the same point in time over ( Read more... )

I did this once, twice, before and everytime is the same. maybe worse.
meh
parents -_-"

on another note,

going back...
To think that my world was once so contaminated by your mere existance still baffles me.  ahhaha..
talking to you made me feel so content, despite how utterly vulnerable you made me feel once upon a time.

Thanks, I've learned a lot ( Read more... )

sitting behind her labtop, catching herself staring at the half-eaten gingerbread house from a few months ago still positioned perfectly on the dining room table as it has been for what seems like eternity.  A house within a house.  A house of thoughts. Theres something about it, I just can't throw it away ( Read more... )

nostalgia.

I miss my faith, and I miss my family, I miss a lot of things.

everytime the seasons change, a little piece of me that lost itself, finds its place again.

The sun, is its own jester.

It creeps up in the morning tickling your senses, stimulating your mind to absorb every square inch through sight, smell, and touch, its..tricksss.

Radiating truth and lies like invisible serpents slithering their way into the inner recesses of your thoughts, only to release the warmth of their venom underneath your skin ( Read more... )

I walked into my house today and layed on my memory foam bed as if it were my best friend. As there was no other place in the world that I'd rather be than in the fetal position sinking into a mold of my weak, tired figure.  The funny thing is, a bed is the one place in the world that holds all your secrets.  It can be the safest, yet most ( Read more... )

i think, I guess,

...no, I know

That I need those bricks more than I first realized.  
That I want those bricks more than I first realized.
I'm getting better at carrying them.
To the point where you start expecting them
needing them,
and wanting them,
more than just accepting them.

understand 
That I decided to build that home,
but that I'm not trying to ( Read more... )

I love and hate (for lack of better words) how my life is probably so parrallel to everyone else's lives that it can correspond to my horoscope so well -_-"  But at the same time, its pretty cool how things can be so coincidental. Some people like to be victims of fate.  At least they have someone, or something to blame for their rash decisions ( ( Read more... )

things just happen.

I love how I can just laugh everything off. 
I love my food cravings and self indulgence 
I love my hair
I love my indecisiveness even though it digs me into a never ending hole.  
I love how observant I am. 
I love how I make the effort to learn from my experiences.  
I love how I'm not easily fooled.  
I love how I think too much. 
I ( Read more... )

pretty sure life doesn’t come in a box, instructions and all, delivered with a bow, on the foot of your front door step.

I kinda wish it did.
random realization: ...I’m excited for unknown reasons.

random thought: Does it still count to be in denial, if you’re perfectly aware that you’re caught in it?

Anyway, even though there is no correlation ( Read more... )