Listening to your music,
Or rather our music
Those certain songs
And thinking of all the things you said
About how perfect I am for you
The way our legs link together and
Our feet touch just slightly
While my hand is big enough to match
And my soul is everywhere
That you’ve never felt this way
Around anyone else
How I could be the piece
You’ve been missing
And how we listened to
Shostakovich’s 10th symphony
And when we kissed you pushed
That annoying little hair away from
And told me I was beautiful
But then you said
That I should move on
Because you’re not worth my time
I’ve been hurt and wandering lost
Throwing insults in your direction
Because I can’t get over you
You stupid mess of a person
Didn’t want to make me a mess, too
But here I am,
Wasting my time stuck on you.
Hey look it’s my best friends. Watch as they awkwardly laugh at themselves and do the accent challenge.
Concon and I didn the accent challenge for our friend Sam
People are like houses
Homes of many variations,
There are those who have their minds in the gutters
And others can’t remember where they left it
Possibly in the basement
My heart is in your bed
Where heads are spilled
Into each other’s arms
There in your apartment
Some people have many doors
Opened and unopened.
Some have hidden secrets,
Dead bodies in the walls
Hurricanes have destroyed certain houses and left them barren
Just like your naked soul in front of me
When you say it’s me you’re hurting
And in the department store
My best friend said this room’s style reminds her of myself
The next one over is where I saw your sweater,
The one in your closet
Your doors are opening
I want to repair the rooms inside your heart
Open all the doors
See the destruction and chaos
I’ll help you do spring cleaning
Just don’t shut me out
Alone in the cold,
Without a key,
Or your hand to hold.
I’m really in a writing mood lately
I’m not sure why.
It could be the nostalgia of being home or the stress that’s coming from school.
But it might be the fact that she is opening up the deeper parts of me that I wasn’t sure still existed.
I really like a new poem I wrote yesterday. I already posted one from last week. I might post the new one soon.
I’ve had this idea about how people are houses for a long time, but I never had the right inspiration to write about it.
Me and my best friend Erin were shopping and it finally hit me.
We all have different rooms inside of us and different interiors and exteriors. Every person has locked doors and opened windows and things in the basement that they don’t talk about. Every person is like a house in the way that there is so much more to them than the face value you get on the outside. And once they open their doors and let you in, you start to see how tragic or beautiful the different parts of them really are.
The soft hairs that grow above your upper lip
Are a creative addition to the feel of your hips
Your freckles are small dots of joy
When they move with your smiling dimples
I can’t wait to be the one,
The one who puts the stars in the sky
I’ll hold you if you cry or smile
I want to fit into the mold of you
Search your body with my hands
like a potter molds the clay
The clay of our souls and hearts
Into the beautiful pot to hold the flowers
That already grow on your skin
Towards and inside of me
I’m really good about taking awkward photos. But I enjoyed the time I spent with her last night/this morning. I wish she lived here and didn’t have to go home for thanksgiving.
basically, anyone reading this knows that tumblr + studying = difficult. we’re all procrastinators. so i thought i’d share my favorite ways to crack down, not suck, and make it through finals week. you’ll need
- this or this. it’ll whip your ass into gear. you name a list of websites that distract you, set a timer, and bam. no more hour long study breaks. the best - or worst - part is, it can’t be undone by the application, by deleting the application, or by restarting the computer. you just gotta wait, and if you’re going to wait, you may as well study.
- goals. when you sit down to study, write down everything you’re going to do. then do it. aimlessly staring at your books won’t do shit.
- something to listen to. i suggest movie scores, song covers by the vitamin string quartet, or white noise.
- a queue. if you’re really obsessed with keeping your blog up to date, set aside some time, fatten up your queue, and let your blog run itself for a few days.
- breaks. during your breaks, dance, run around, work out, go for a walk, talk to your friends, call your mom. going back on the internet is an easy way to get out of the mood, so i wouldn’t suggest it.
- tea and coffee - if not for the caffeine, then for the feeling of cozying up with your text books and feeling studious.
- a place to study. it doesn’t matter if it’s in a coffee house, a library, or your kitchen table. as long as your bed’s not in sight and tempting you into a nap, you’re good.
that’s all i’ve got. i’d try to think of more, but that, my friends, would be procrastinating. off to study.
bringing this back because IT’S THAT TIME AGAIN
I never thought someone like her would exist. She’s so perfect. I can’t wait to see her again. We have exactly the same music taste… We have the same passion. Today we had lunch and then she drove around our side of Beaumont while we listened to Shostakovich’s entire 10th Symphony. It was so beautiful. She is so beautiful. Everything slows down when I’m with her. Nothing else matters, and I can just smile at her and she smiles back and I’m lost in her. When we lay down together her feet touch mine and I pull her into me and I’ve never felt so at ease. She asks me the questions I ask people. I can’t think straight. Her favorite part of the 2nd movement she simply grinned at the genius of the composer. And I knew right then I was falling. It’s all so perfect. I feel like I’m dreaming. I’m so happy.
The eyes are a glass to the soul
But I see nothing
You just look cold
Holding your pain will weigh you down
Settle in my arms
Sacrifice your pain into me
I’ll take the cuts you can’t bear
And pain you fear
I’m being pulled under in the sea of malice
I have to be honest that I’m speaking to myself
The undertow is too strong when my soul is anchored down
But who knew there are smiles that can dry tears
Hands that can hold up my sinking thoughts
And find the motifs in the darkest parts of me
My thoughts are too loud when it’s so quiet
I can hear the silence scream
The names of all the lovers I’ve had
That weren’t really lovers
But something in between who I am
And who I used to be.
Giving up sight is never easy
Does love really blind us or
Does infatuation manipulate us.
Giving me sweet nothings to choke on.
Walls know everyone’s secrets
And wallflowers are kind of the same.
They listen, keep quiet, and understand.
But no one ever listens to the walls.
Oh what we’d learn if we loved them.
And god can I love people.
If they’d just let down their walls.