April 2010
Day 01 — Your favorite song
Day 02 — Your favorite movie
Day 03 — Your favorite television program
Day 04 — Your favorite book
Day 05 — Your favorite quote
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 — A photo you took
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 — A photo of you taken recently
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nothing’s ever felt as good as the warmth pulsating from your freezing palms when you squeeze me as tight as you can. i wish i could capture all of the thoughts that race and the feelings that set in when we’re under this blanket dying of fucking heat stroke yet still making sure we’re tightly intertwined, when i can just barely see your face enough through the tv lighting to...
one of my favorite quotes is actually from the book: “you can’t live what’s gone, you can only remember it. and memories have no life. they’re just pale reminders of a time that’s gone, like faded photographs or a dried up daisy chain at the back of a drawer. they have no substance. they can’t take you back. nothing can take you back. nothing can be the same as...
found a new favorite today
Day 01 — Your favorite song
Day 02 — Your favorite movie
Day 03 — Your favorite television program
Day 04 — Your favorite book
Day 05 — Your favorite quote
Day 06 — Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 — A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 — A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 — A photo you took
Day 10 — A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 — A...
“she’s the only person in the world who loves me. i think that’s...”
March 2010
under thinking
love doesn’t even seem to do the trick anymore. what used to be viewed in my perspective as the most powerful word you could possibly use to describe your feelings for someone just seems so..quintessential now. this is more than that. i have an overwhelmingly sincere, constant, incredible fucking adoration for every square inch of your being. you are the only perfect thing i have ever found,...
No one really knows why they are alive until they know what they’d die for.
pitter patter pitter pat
there is no way that anyone else can want anything as much as i want to duct tape you to my bed and cling to you like that stupid koala to the refrigerator. i’d never ask for anything more if i could lace my ligaments around your body and remain in a knot until the life falls out of me. i’d never set you loose.
your blankets will never wrap around you tighter...
i couldn’t honestly say that my heart has ever raced at such an increasing speed for this long with anyone else. this pulsating thing in my chest has been yours for the taking since before there was even the tiniest thought of us. now we’re here and i’m floating away with this shitload of butterflies flapping around in the pits of my stomach. i can’t remember what my idea...
change the tempo on the keys
it would be an understatement to say that i couldn’t feel this much with anyone else.
pessimism shmessimism
i feel like once every good amount of weeks i’m walking on a row of eggs waiting for one to break and just turn into a lousy splatter of yolk and oily residue. the egg being myself and the oily residue being every other disappointing failed relationship you’ve encountered. you couldn’t fathom how much i want to be the egg that remains intact.
