Is it still okay to like butts?
I’m often told that I say stupid things
but I believe that the stupidest thing to say
is nothing at all
and I think I’m the biggest idiot in the world
and at the same time
sometimes it’s the only thing you can say.
What does missing one truly entail?
What tale is it that strikes you when
you dream of someone inescapable.
How is it that goodbyes aren’t concrete?
You hoped answers would come to their own
fruition, growing into something edible, consumable
and digestible like vegetables from the ground.
Filling you up with the nutritious truth you thought
you were getting before.
i heard relationships are hard to maintain
but whats even harder sometimes
is letting go
especially when you believed so strongly
it was right.
madworlddiary replied to your post “madworlddiary replied to your post “madworlddiary replied to your post…”
Okay? fighting words!!
I sense a battle mode screen coming. Bring it!
madworlddiary replied to your post “madworlddiary replied to your post “Here’s me restarting Chrono…”
I liked it better but that’s me.
Psh. ff8 was okay anyways.
madworlddiary replied to your post “Here’s me restarting Chrono Trigger again. I really gotta beat this…”
I liked Chrono Cross too.
I gotta beat Trigger first! I heard about Cross and also heard it wasn’t as good. I’ve had this on my list to do for a while. I got maybe half way and stopped. I’m starting over now though.
Here’s me restarting Chrono Trigger again. I really gotta beat this and Terranigma…Just don’t feel like starting Terranigma over again.
Time to try out my running sneakers.
There’s a certain look in your eyes
it pleases and eases my mind.
Those eyes chilling my spine,
which weep so divine.
That submerse me
in the ocean of renewal,
drowning in resurrection
and with desire.
draws me in
as does the shore when the moon
conducts the waves.
I know the only thing
keeping us both company
and in each other’s thoughts
are the stars
and the world may set us so far
but I know if we push for this enough
perfection will be
in the constellation being unable
to keep us apart.
Life seems so much colder
when you fall asleep in jeans.
Feeling homeless in your own house
and freezing underneath your sheets.
Your heart beats so much slower
when it isn’t made of your dreams.
Blood pumps into misshapen veins
that lead to an empty place.
Happiness is very much somber
when it stems from nothing
the little things make you glad
since grandeur doesn’t exist anymore
and reality is inescapably sad.
What’s become of me?
Is this the true light of life?
a dim light shining through fog?
Or is there really an answer,
does the light at the end of the tunnel
really lead me somewhere?
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You better. Orange looks amazing on me. I usually do Orange and Torquise/Blue/Teal sorta thing. I wanna get a new coat in that color.
And you said your eyes pass across
as do the ghosts in our lives
as they watch
and guide with light.
with hope from yesterdays.
You left me whispers
echoing like a shout through a cavern.
Which I cannot ignore
rather, dwell and listen instead.
You are what I think about
before I go to sleep at night
and what I wake up wondering of.
It’s easier to listen to the resonating sounds
when there aren’t any sounds coming in
but it’s hard to allow your eyes
to see something when you don’t want to look at it anymore.