Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Book hangover

eleanor & park

truer words never spoken

 She looked like art, and art wasn't supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something
“Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.”  
I want everyone to meet you. You're my favorute person of all time.

The me that's me right now is yours always.
Just three words long.

-yes, it's definitely a hangover-



Thursday, May 07, 2015

This is what you get from sarah g& john llyod marathon

I thought I saw a man brought to life, he was warm he came around like he was dignified...

Imagine meeeting the man of your dreams...

He showed me what it was to cry

Every time you're with him, you feel complete, you feel new, you feel happiness overflowing

Well you couldn't be that man that I adored you don't seem to know seem to care what your heart is for...

You argue, you pick up petty fights. It is not his fault but he says sorry. He gives his heart away,just like that.

But I don't him anymore.There nothing where he used to lie, the conversation has run dry...

You try to read him but he's unreadable, uncomprehendable.

That's what's going on...

You're now miles away from him.

Nothing's fine I'm torn, I'm all out of faith,

You're so confused, you tried to reach him

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I'm am shamed lying naked on the floor

But it left you falling into an abyss

Illusion never change into something real

Falling you realize, a dream like this

I'm wide awake and I can see the perfect sky is torn

...has no place  in reality.

You're a little late
I'm already torn.

So I guess the fortune teller's right should have seen just what was there and  not some holy light

You tried to outgrow him,

It crawled beneath my veins

all thoughts of him, memories you shared, all.

And now,I don't care, I have no luck, I don't miss him all that much.

Lie...you just tried.

There's just so many things that I can't touch I'm torn

It all just comes back to you...

You're a little late,

while you continuously fall into the abyss...