December 2010
30 posts
I keep hoping you’re going to miss me and talk to me but it doesn’t happen, maybe tonight’s the night… however doubtful, I still keep hoping.
onlinejournals:
Too many words too many thoughts too many drinks too many sleeps
“Feeling like I’m heading for a breakdown
And I don’t know why
But I’m not...”
– Unwell, Matchbox 20 (via kari-shma)
Texxxts
dearoldlove:
I miss sending you xxx-rated text messages.
See the stars come falling down from the sky, Gently passing, they kiss your tears when you cry. See the wind come softly blow your hair from your face, See the rain hide away in disgrace. For myself my tears just fall into dust, Day will dry them, night will find they are lost. Now I find the wind is blowing time into my heart, Let the rain fall, for we are apart.
“That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty, even if...”
– ~J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye. (via quote-book)
Miss Yer Miss
dearoldlove:
I miss the way you used to miss me
onlinejournals:
And the twenty fifth of December was just another day. I could still see my breath in the air, my family was still my family, and I was just another kid with shit to think about.
Eye Contact
dearoldlove:
We had the most intense eye contact I have ever experienced. Tell me again why you were so afraid to let yourself want to want me?
“The most terrible poverty is loneliness and the feeling of being unloved.”
– Mother Teresa (via magicdoeshappen)
I’m alone Yeah, I don’t know if I can...
The movie Elf gives me a melancholic feeling for some bizarre reason. Mainly the part where he goes on a date with Jovie and they go look at Christmas stuff and skate in the park. Maybe I’ll meet someone who will do that with me again someday.
Cared Out
dearoldlove:
I told you I cared, you said you cared. Then you just disappeared when I needed you most.
Bed's Too Big Without You
Cold wind blows right through my open door I can’t sleep with your memory Dreaming dreams of what used to be When she left I was cold inside That look on my face was just pride No regrets, no love, no tears Living on my own was the least of my fears
I just noticed that the smell of your hair is gone from my pillow, what I would not give to have it back is depressing to think about.
Color Me Bad
dearoldlove:
I miss looking into your eyes. What color were they, again?
Thinkin'
dearoldlove:
It bothers me to think about how rarely you likely think of me, much like how rarely I think of some of those in my past.
Losing Names
dearoldlove:
Last night I got so drunk that I forgot my name when all I really wanted was to forget yours.
Talk Time
dearoldlove:
I only want to talk to you when you’re not around.
Old Lenses
dearoldlove:
I adored your glasses. Never get contacts.
I Should Be
dearoldlove:
I should be furious and hate you for what you did to me. Yet, all I can think of are the memories we shared and how much I miss you.
onlinejournals:
Sometimes I stay up all night just to listen to Erik Satie in the morning and to cook breakfast and to watch the sun come up, le soleil s’est levé de bonne heure, and to feel like, yes, sometimes I sleep until it’s dark out but these times, right now, I’m awake, I can see, I’m getting it done, I’m capable of getting something in order.
Unfortunate
It’s a shame you’ll be in my heart forever, how unfortunate for you that you didn’t feel the same. I could’ve been everything to you and I would’ve done anything for you. You’re really missin’ out on some awesome romantic stuff I had planned for us.