And you laugh like you’ve never been lonely
That’s alright honey
That’s alright with me
Oh you laugh like there’s hope in the story
That’s alright honey
That’s alright with me
Oh you laugh like I’ll be there to hold you always
Always here
I’m always here, always here
November 2011
3 posts
September 2011
1 post
it was, without a doubt, the most content i had ever felt in my life. perhaps the most content i’ll ever feel. to be frequently matched but never bettered. how could it be? for 14 days, there was nothing to be desired, and nothing i felt i had to be rid of. no uninvited thoughts, no unwelcome feelings. i longed for nothing. what i had, what we had, was everything. everything that existed in those moments and everything that existed in the wider world. you lived for me and i for you. nothing else. just one another. we lived for us. unselfish in the fact that it was all we sought. we lusted after no more than the present. but almost gluttonous for feeling so fulfilled. i could never be full without you.
August 2011
2 posts
July 2011
5 posts
June 2011
3 posts
sometimes i wish i could go back to being a kid. when the world was a playground and i found enjoyment in the smallest things. i still find happiness in simple things, but only because i am aware now of the things i could otherwise be doing, which involve much more effort, and much less reward. or much more pain and much more heartache.
May 2011
5 posts
I want to see the day that we would struggle to live beyond our means and have no desire to try.
Your arms full, and your hair wet, I could not
Speak, and my eyes failed, I was neither
Living nor dead, and I knew nothing,
Looking into the heart of light, the silence.” —T. S. Eliot, from The Waste Land (via proustitute)
February 2010
2 posts
“while memory holds a seat in this distracted globe. remember thee.”