I would not be mad if I got any of these for my birthday.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Thursday, May 13, 2010
I have treated as a priority who treats me as an option.
UNREQUITED.
I stumbled across this blog called 365 secrets. It's the same old story about not being loved back and it's a fucking tragedy. It's a little bit crazy but it's also a little sweet. This girl posts a new secret every couple of days. You can even send her your own and she posts a collection.
I always did wonder what happened to Paris in Romeo and Juliet.
http://www.my365secrets.blogspot.com/
my365secret@hotmail.com
"A double bed
And a stalwart lover for sure
These are the riches of the poor
And I want the one I can't have
And it's driving me mad
It's all over, all over my face".
The Smiths
Sunday, April 25, 2010
My wish list for winter
Miu Miu Heels
This is Genevieve Knit
Shukuhachi Dress
Vintage Dior Hat
Ralphie...
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Tuesday, April 13, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Insignificant Contributer
"Welcome to the Show, I Would Vomit up my Life If I Could"
Once or twice in your life,
Someone comes along and before you met them you felt whole, complete.
But as you become close to them, when they leave, it's as if they take half of you away with them...
And you have to learn to live your life as half a person.
More painful than this and dreadfully under minded is being that person who has the urgency to leave.
Falling out of love, is like the dwindling comfort of a sleeping lovers embrace.
In the beginning you feel warm, loved and secure.
Then, as the night shed's its darkness, you realise his skin stubble is scratching your nose, your arm has gone dead underneath him and in the harsh reality of day light,
Nothing is the same.
You pull away, and wrap yourself inside once more...
x.
Once or twice in your life,
Someone comes along and before you met them you felt whole, complete.
But as you become close to them, when they leave, it's as if they take half of you away with them...
And you have to learn to live your life as half a person.
More painful than this and dreadfully under minded is being that person who has the urgency to leave.
Falling out of love, is like the dwindling comfort of a sleeping lovers embrace.
In the beginning you feel warm, loved and secure.
Then, as the night shed's its darkness, you realise his skin stubble is scratching your nose, your arm has gone dead underneath him and in the harsh reality of day light,
Nothing is the same.
You pull away, and wrap yourself inside once more...
x.
Insignificant Contibuter
"He was Powerful," she said. "And I Died of Love In His Shadow"
Here is the deepest secret that nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root
And the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky
Of the tree called life, which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide.
And this is the one that is keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart...
I carry it in my heart.
-Note: Not my words, but so beautiful they couldn't be kept.
Here is the deepest secret that nobody knows.
Here is the root of the root
And the bud of the bud
And the sky of the sky
Of the tree called life, which grows higher than the soul can hope or the mind can hide.
And this is the one that is keeping the stars apart.
I carry your heart...
I carry it in my heart.
-Note: Not my words, but so beautiful they couldn't be kept.
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