January 2010
12 posts
(These thoughts help)
I have daydreams where I am falling down, through the sky.
And with every inch I fall, I fade into the air.
Parts of me dissapear, and I start to feel less.
And even though, in my mind I know that soon I will no longer exist…
I feel happy. The happiness overwhelms me in my last few seconds,
because I know the battle is over.
i can do magic, dear..
I know how to twist things around. I can mold myself into different shapes. I can make things appear that weren’t seen before. I can be exposed. Or maybe its all fake. it’s simply smoke and mirrors. Now you see me, now you don’t.
unchainedmelody:
foreverinprogress:
Kleerup...
“Wherever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was...”
– Angelina Jolie (via littlemiss)
Him: “You know, we’d be good together”.
Me: “No.”
Him: “I think so. I really do believe it”
Me: “No, you’re wrong. Because I’d break your heart.”
Him: “I love you already. You’re like magic.”
and it's become a daily ritual.
My bones feel like they are disconnecting, every other second I have to cringe my entire body just for the assurance of it being together. I’m forced to take deep breaths just so i know I’m still capable of holding air.
I swear to god, I break my own heart.