February 2012
Remains of a recollection
In a year, I will forget the light banter we had over drinks one December night. The air was heavy with unfulfilled hopes of the year and we were all but pouring our hearts out. Lights sporadically lined the deserted alleyway that guided our tipsy selves to a waiting cab. Your eyes were sparkling and I suspect it was an effect of alcohol (on you as much as on me), although in a year’s time, it...
“When I was with him, I didn’t have to be perfect, or even try for perfect. He...”
– Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever (via creatingaquietmind)
“If I could explain love in one word, it would have to be trust.
Trust that he...”
– (via eletheowl)
“People who are going to get along really well know it almost as soon as they...”
– Goodbye Tsugumi by Banana Yoshimoto (via immaescapereality)
Road Trip Album of the Year: Born To Die the...
modernlove:
With a name reminiscent of many an Instagram’d beach pic, Lana Del Rey does her best on Born To Die (Polydor) to sing in a similar fashion. The end product is an excellent debut that evokes feelings of driving a vintage Bel Air along the PCH with the windows down and the Wayfarers on. This is Radiohead-meets-Florence/Machine. This is Mylo Xyolo-era Coldplay with post-rehab Britney....
brain-food:
I like having someone in the same room as me while i’m working on a project. Especially someone who understands that what i need at the moment while working is not conversation but rather company. So we both can sit in our respectable corners getting done what needs to be done without feeling completely alone.
“Your 20’s are your ‘selfish’ years. It’s a decade to immerse yourself in every...”
– Kyoko Escamilla (a.k.a Brain-Food) (via elizabeth517)
January 2012
e-atsleeprepeat:
on the way home tonight, I sat next to a teenage boy who had scars and welts that ran from his wrist to his elbow.
I nudged him and mouthed, “somebody cares,” because he had headphones on, and couldn’t hear me anyway. and he smiled, and when I asked him to stop hurting himself, he promised me that he wouldn’t anymore. because now he knows, somebody cares.
and on the way home...
e-atsleeprepeat:
whenever I come across a photo of us, it really unsettles me. I guess it’s because you’re the first boy I committed my entire life to. and it’s weird, remembering that once, we were inseparable; that I slept next to you at night and woke up next to you in the morning. it’s weird how we used to be so close, and now, we don’t ever talk anymore.
The worst kinds
graceyeoh:
Everyone thinks the most painful kinds of love are the ones that got away. Or the ones that stay unrequited for years; one party falling, the other guarding. Or the ones that you can predict are never going to work out, but you try anyway. Or even the ones that tear you down and spit you out.
But I think the worst kinds are the ones that never really begin. The ones that rest on the...