Lonely nights with lonely knights.
He is the source, the sorcerer.
She is the torch, the torturer.
"You make me sick to my soul, but I can’t let you go."
I have an alter-ego writing partner. His name is Troy. Is that a weird thing to confess? Yes, I confess.
bits and pieces to soak in.: like honey
you make me want to write the best poetry,
full of the brightest and most stunning of words.you make me want to laugh at the top of my lungs,
spilling out the compliments you filled me with.and i will shoot our broken hearts up into the sky
where the sparkling dust will fall down in sheets…
"We don’t make the heros. We make the villains."
"You don’t just stop loving someone, either you never did or you always will."
When I was in high school, somebody once told me, it wasn’t that people didn’t like me, because they did. They liked me fine. The only thing was, nobody liked me enough to act. Nobody liked me enough to ask me out, to say yes to my invites, to actually spend personal time with me.
I think that’s where my obsession with consumer insight comes from. I want to know what is that tipping point that makes people say yes, to act, to get up and do something. I want to know what is missing inside me.
Don’t.
(Source: leilockheart, via keremmermutlu)
Sticks and stones may break my bones, but nothing can hurt me like you do.
I’m so numb I can’t feel it,
but baby I can swear it.
I know the cold hard ice inside.
Frozen, gripping, and sharp.
Trying to force its way out,
but it’s trapped so deep.
No way out.
Unless I melt.
Sweetheart, you don’t know anything about love.
I may not be a perfect person, but I can at least try to be a good one.
