it is 2:24am.. writing in poem book.
”Your slightest look easily unclose me
Though I have closed myself as fingers,
You open always petal by petal
myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully, mysteriously) her first rose”
aint done yet.
‘69 Mustang Boss 302
(Source: nosuchthingastoyoung)
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(Source: vanguardbey)
"..I can’t think in terms of boundaries. Those imaginary lines are as unreal to me as elves and pixies. I can’t believe that they mark the end or the beginning of anything of real concern to the human soul. Virtues and vices, pleasures and pains cross boundaries at will."
— Kurt Vonnegut; Mother Night
Prom :)
I’m tired.
Of the bullshit.
Dang.. People been asking me if im okay the whole day. Im not complaining or anything but I just really wish that when I say that im okay i really want them to leave me alone for now.
(via kushandwizdom)
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”Listen close to what I say it is hard to follow
Value everyone you know they might be gone tommorw
Cause even when all of your happenings ain’t made you look right
You go to treat the present like the last day of your life…”
I’ve been having bad days lately. It’s not used to be like this. I always look forward for the next morning and have hope that it’ll be better, and i always look forward for the night when I will sleep hoping for a good day the next day. That’s just it for me. High hopes.
just to hear from you is enough.
