Terse & Pithy
Coming undone

I miss ya sometimes darlin’ but she don’t give a damn bout me. I need a distraction but I’m too busy not sleeping. You got over it very quickly but maybe that happened a long time ago. I wish you could show me some kind of kindness. Didn’t know you could be so cold. Now I know. I’m allowed to be sappy on Tumblr, feels good to get it out I guess. To quote a major cliché:
“But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing
And I don’t even need your love
But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough…
Now you’re just somebody that I used to know”

I take air breaks between my cigarettes lately. Trynna ease my worried mind. Not super proud of it. Working 60 hours a week helps I guess. C’est la vie.

Sleeping alone is pretty stupid

It’s been a while
Since the last time that I saw your face (baby)
Since the last time you took me home
Since the last time I held your hand in the moonlight
Since the last time that we were alone

In my backyard
The bright white stars
And you
With your head against my chest
The way you spoke French
Gets me every time
But it’s been a while

When’s the last time that you were alone my darlin’?
When’s last time you told someone no?
The last time I looked at you just wishing
That I didn’t really have to go

It’s been a while

I’m going to work you out of my head so I don’t get so worked up and so far it’s not working but maybe it’ll work out.

You don’t know what you’re saying
Your face is red and your hands are shaking
You know you don’t really mean that
You’re causing a scene I hope you see that
Baby you’re volatile
I’m getting away before you detonate
Baby you’re volatile
Looking at you while you’re ducking the truth
Left me holding the fuse while you’re walking away
Timebomb
Ticking away, yeah you’re ticking away, You little time bomb
Bitching away yeah you’re bitching away like it’s my fault
Try to escape, think I’m getting away
But I’m way wrong
You’re an A-bomb
The blast radius’ll catch up to you
I’m taking cover for the fallout
Cause when you lose it you go all out
You poison me with radiation
Now I’m quarantined and I can’t run

And you, you blew me away yesterday
Flew so high
Dropped a bomb
And got away

Define Me

It can be so hard to define me
Oh, but you can find me
Lying quietly in the dark
Come rest beside me,
this really might be
The start of something right
And the stars in your eyes shine bright
And the stars in the night sky cry
They wish they were you
I wish your mine
And I
Wish you were mine

What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
— Carl Sagan
The idea is to remain in a state of constant departure while always arriving. Saves on introductions and goodbyes. The ride does not require an explanation, just occupants.
— Waking Life
Today a young man on acid realized that we are all matter merely energy condensed to a slow vibration; that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively there is no such thing is death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves….
Now here’s Tom, with the weather.

— Bill Hicks
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