“Don’t say no to me. You can’t say no to me because it’s such a relief to have love again and to lie in bed and be held and touched and kissed and adored and your heart will leap when you hear my voice and see my smile and feel my breath on your neck and your heart will race when I want to see you and I will lie to you from day one and use you and screw you and break your heart because you broke mine first and you will love me more each day until the weight is unbearable and your life is mine and you’ll die alone because I will take what I want then walk away and owe you nothing it’s always there it’s always been there and you cannot deny the life you feel. Fuck that life, fuck that life, fuck that life, I have lost you now.”—(via doesarebelgetby)
“I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.”—Sylvia Plath (via casimirpulaskiday)
“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless—of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life? Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse.” That the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?”—Dead Poets Society (via iviore)
$ (not that well) spent today:
big cute waterproof bag!!
ice lemon tea
frolick w strawbie topping!!!
bk meal upsize + extra burger :o :O
top up mrt card
cute mug w handle
I’m outttttta control ok but most are for overseas use #whatikeeptellingmyself #stillouttacontrol
the number of times you change your profile picture is inversely proportional to the number of ppl who dgaf. can’t rmb where I read this but it is too true…
being self-absorbed is meaningless. all that lurve would be infinitely more reassuring if it came from ppl other than yourself. ‘other ppl’ being people who know and communicate with you irl, ergo ppl who actually care abt you, and not random ‘fb ppl’. you don’t even get a penny from every comment by a random facebooker, whose sincerity lies within the range of a ‘like’ and a ‘post a comment’.