Latest Posts by depressionasanaesthetic - Page 8
Maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic, but I can’t shake the feeling that you’re going to be important.
Date the girl whose hair is a mess and steals your t-shirts and kisses you in front of boys who look at her admiringly. Date the girl who wants to dance in the rain with you and make tea for you and make you laugh so hard you snort tea out your nose. Date the girl who cares so much that she can tell something is wrong just by looking at you. Date the girl who will wrap her arms around you for no reason and pay attention when you talk about the things you love, even if she doesn’t love them herself. Date the girl who looks like a lazy sunday afternoon instead of a saturday night. Yeah. Just date that girl.
Date that Girl | Nikita Gill (via untamedunwanted)
Be patient
You’ll become financially stable. You’ll get that work done. You’ll finish that work for class. You’ll get that degree. You’ll get over your ex. You’ll find the right one. Everything in due time, just be patient.
Random person: Hey, do you smoke?
Every stoner ever: Smoke what?
Cried my eyes out watching this film.
“Sometimes I think I’ve felt everything I’m ever gonna feel, and from here on out I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt.”
Her (2013)
If you know me based on who I was a year ago, you don’t know me at all. My growth game is strong. Allow me to reintroduce myself.
I'm so tired of being betrayed by those who have claimed to be my friends.
thoughts are animals that cast no shadow
Charles Borkuis (via uutpoetry)
I lied. You leaving me wasn’t okay and it will never be okay. But you lied to me too. You made promises to me that will never be kept. Those promises vanished into thin air just like how our forever did. When you left me, you took everything… They call me foolish for still loving you. For letting those three blissful words slip through my lips and into the dark lonely air longing to reach you. But how can I move on when you still have my heart and your voice still resonates throughout my body and your smile still lives in my eyes and every time my mind wanders it goes directly back to you. I still remember everything and my god I wish I could forget because maybe I wouldn’t hurt this bad. I still remember the sound of my crying breaking the unbearable silence as we sat there. I remember the way your hands felt on my cheeks as you wiped away my tears. I remember that look in your eyes and the way your voice sounded as you said you loved me for the last time… I miss you more than anything and it’s killing me… But if loving you kills me tonight, then I was ready for death the moment you said hello.
and suddenly all the love songs were about you (via bittersweetperfectionn)
This is perfect
(via lezz-beann)
And I’d do it all over again.
(via rum-n-cunts)
You're a child and I've outgrown you.
"I think you’ve still got lightning in you."
Moonrise Kingdom (2012) dir. Wes Anderson
Daughter - wild youth <3 on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/82915281
Empty rooms. Everywhere I look.
Coworker: “Oh, happy belated birthday! What did you get for the occasion?” Me: “Single.” *silence*
I feel cheated
No More Clichés Beautiful face That like a daisy opens its petals to the sun So do you Open your face to me as I turn the page. Enchanting smile Any man would be under your spell, Oh, beauty of a magazine. How many poems have been written to you? How many Dantes have written to you, Beatrice? To your obsessive illusion To your manufactured fantasy. But today I won't make one more Cliché And write this poem to you. No, no more clichés. This poem is dedicated to those women Whose beauty is in their charm, In their intelligence, In their character, Not on their fabricated looks. This poem is to you women, That like a Shahrazade wake up Everyday with a new story to tell, A story that sings for change That hopes for battles: Battles for the love of the united flesh Battles for passions aroused by a new day Battles for the neglected rights Or just battles to survive one more night. Yes, to you women in a world of pain To you, bright star in this ever-spending universe To you, fighter of a thousand-and-one fights To you, friend of my heart. From now on, my head won't look down to a magazine Rather, it will contemplate the night And its bright stars, And so, no more clichés. - Octavio Paz
okay dear your not allowed to like anymore of my stuff unless you start posting some blog entries up!Your a phenomenal writer, put your talent to use, and grace the world with it:) haha loooove you bud.
Ask and your shall receive.(An unholy amount of time later).
Standing on a precipice, Wondering when to step out in faith. Staring at a crossroads, Contemplating which path my life may lead me along.