"i definitely feel like we could be one of those couples that people would look at and be like "what's his appeal?"
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Ghost
1. Often I need the reminder, movies are media, not models. All of this is entertainment, not examples, not signs, not methods. These songs, they're not symbols or metaphors for situations in my life, they aren't guides or illustrations about my life, because they are about their own. Patterns, yes, terribly significant templates I should follow, and live by, not so much.
2. I'm sorry I fell off, of everything, you don't deserve it, any of you. But I won't have the energy or confidence to explain. I'll try to fix it when I can. So frequently I feel like all I need is more time. That's all.
3. Maybe with this, things are as back to normal as they will ever get. Either way I am so pleased with it, and I wanted to say it, but of course for whatever reasons, couldn't. One of those tip of the tongue moments, a relationship based on them more or less. Well I'm happy about it and I wish you could understand this feeling of content I forgot that I ever had. I hope I am not the only one who thinks this is where you ought to be.
4. Lately I've been reminiscing when living in the moment wasn't so strange and foreign, doing things for the right reasons, or something.
5. temporary /t'empərəri/ /-reri/ US
2. I'm sorry I fell off, of everything, you don't deserve it, any of you. But I won't have the energy or confidence to explain. I'll try to fix it when I can. So frequently I feel like all I need is more time. That's all.
3. Maybe with this, things are as back to normal as they will ever get. Either way I am so pleased with it, and I wanted to say it, but of course for whatever reasons, couldn't. One of those tip of the tongue moments, a relationship based on them more or less. Well I'm happy about it and I wish you could understand this feeling of content I forgot that I ever had. I hope I am not the only one who thinks this is where you ought to be.
4. Lately I've been reminiscing when living in the moment wasn't so strange and foreign, doing things for the right reasons, or something.
5. temporary /t'empərəri/ /-reri/ US
Synonyms:
- adjective: provisional, interim, transitory, temporal, transient, provisory, makeshift, momentary,tentative, impermanent, passing
Something that is temporary lasts for only a limited time. ADJ
Antonym
His job here is only temporary.
Most adolescent problems are temporary.
...a temporary loss of memory.
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Sunday, December 27, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
You Remembered
It made my day when you quoted me word for word, "...because I haven't in the past".
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Wednesday, December 23, 2009
But That's Fine
Oh, we could blame it on our hands
They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it
Or we could blame it on our bodies
They say, we like the way we feel when we get touched
You've got your fingers snared in my veins
I think it's time you pulled them out
And I don't care about the flesh it'll tear
It isn't flesh that I'm worried about
We held a match to keep our sight on the path
But the flame gave up and we lost it
And I've knelt for the last three years
Trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick
Today I'm not afraid of failure
The past is a flower
The future, the snow
I wasn't ever close to perfect
But I never let you go
You let your doubt lead you like a river on and on
And you will never get back to save what you had
Hear me promise
I will bury your problems in me
So sleep soundly
I held your heart in my fingers
Now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone and you will never admit
That you bid the wind blow the flames out
And buried the coals in the sea
You tricked me
You came back and you brought floods
Wearing a necklace made of hearts that you'd dragged through the mud
And I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you
But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it
Said, darling, you're the only one on earth I want to have it
But now I'm not so sure that was true
After the hell you put it through
But there was no sharp pain this time
Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine
An unshakable absence
Like most of my insides crawled out of my mouth and went west
But that's fine
We cast our hearts in plaster
We imagined our bodies were fashioned of stone
But they chipped at the brick and mortar
We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bones
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain
They're going to snap when the weight shifts
You moved like a fire through the forest
Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips
You'd been flirting with distance, princess
I tasted its spit in your kiss
Oh mistress, know
Today I will bury the flames of your failure
The past is a liar
The future, a whore
I'll lay your bones into the earth and you will haunt my head no more
Oh, we could blame it on our hands
Oh, we could blame it on our hands
But it was our mouths that opened up to swallow
(Oh, we could blame it on our hands)
And our heads that commanded us drink
But as I buried your flames in the dirt
I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave
And I fear they'll only lay in wait
Until we are face to face again
Just when I said, I'm moving, I'm moving on
I felt them come to life again and again and again and again
There are fires
That tear through valleys and make dust from grass
There are fires
There are wires
Bound in blue light, they pull us to the past
There are wires
We are tired
We should have known from the start that this wouldn't last
We are tired
They lifted the drink to our mouths so we drank it
Or we could blame it on our bodies
They say, we like the way we feel when we get touched
You've got your fingers snared in my veins
I think it's time you pulled them out
And I don't care about the flesh it'll tear
It isn't flesh that I'm worried about
We held a match to keep our sight on the path
But the flame gave up and we lost it
And I've knelt for the last three years
Trying to find it back with the blackened matchstick
Today I'm not afraid of failure
The past is a flower
The future, the snow
I wasn't ever close to perfect
But I never let you go
You let your doubt lead you like a river on and on
And you will never get back to save what you had
Hear me promise
I will bury your problems in me
So sleep soundly
I held your heart in my fingers
Now it's gone, it's gone, it's gone and you will never admit
That you bid the wind blow the flames out
And buried the coals in the sea
You tricked me
You came back and you brought floods
Wearing a necklace made of hearts that you'd dragged through the mud
And I guess I wasn't quite sure what to say to you
But then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it
Said, darling, you're the only one on earth I want to have it
But now I'm not so sure that was true
After the hell you put it through
But there was no sharp pain this time
Just the ghost of your presence compressing my chest like a vine
An unshakable absence
Like most of my insides crawled out of my mouth and went west
But that's fine
We cast our hearts in plaster
We imagined our bodies were fashioned of stone
But they chipped at the brick and mortar
We found out that we're only layers of skin hiding bones
And our bones are like chains, old and rusted in the rain
They're going to snap when the weight shifts
You moved like a fire through the forest
Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips
You'd been flirting with distance, princess
I tasted its spit in your kiss
Oh mistress, know
Today I will bury the flames of your failure
The past is a liar
The future, a whore
I'll lay your bones into the earth and you will haunt my head no more
Oh, we could blame it on our hands
Oh, we could blame it on our hands
But it was our mouths that opened up to swallow
(Oh, we could blame it on our hands)
And our heads that commanded us drink
But as I buried your flames in the dirt
I watched the smoke pull your ghost from the grave
And I fear they'll only lay in wait
Until we are face to face again
Just when I said, I'm moving, I'm moving on
I felt them come to life again and again and again and again
There are fires
That tear through valleys and make dust from grass
There are fires
There are wires
Bound in blue light, they pull us to the past
There are wires
We are tired
We should have known from the start that this wouldn't last
We are tired
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Apply
void
[void]–adjective
1. | Law. having no legal force or effect; not legally binding or enforceable. |
2. | useless; ineffectual; vain. |
3. | devoid; destitute (usually fol. by of): a life void of meaning. |
4. | without contents; empty. |
–noun
5. | an empty space; emptiness: He disappeared into the void. |
6. | something experienced as a loss or privation: His death left a great void in her life. |
7. | a gap or opening, as in a wall. |
8. | a vacancy; vacuum. |
–verb (used with object)
9. | to make ineffectual; invalidate; nullify: to void a check. |
10. | to empty; discharge; evacuate: to void excrement. |
11. | to clear or empty (often fol. by of): to void a chamber of occupants. |
12. | Archaic. to depart from; vacate. |
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
Energy
I am in bed, it's 11:13pm, 6pm, it's 3am, 7:04pm, it's 2pm, it's 12pm, it's 12am, it's 9:45pm.
There is something irregular about this lack of energy, am I doing something wrong here?
I'm too tired to drive, to write, to socialize, to stand. I napped yesterday. I drank a mocha and a coffee today. I'm crashing. I don't have the strength to shower, I don't have the motivation for errands. Tonight I was too sleepy to rent a movie. This is waiting. This is subconscious anticipation, and sore legs, from doing nothing. The thought of exercise exhausts me, the idea of doing something makes my eyes close. I can't hold up a conversation.... I can't hold up my arms.
There is something irregular about this lack of energy, am I doing something wrong here?
I'm too tired to drive, to write, to socialize, to stand. I napped yesterday. I drank a mocha and a coffee today. I'm crashing. I don't have the strength to shower, I don't have the motivation for errands. Tonight I was too sleepy to rent a movie. This is waiting. This is subconscious anticipation, and sore legs, from doing nothing. The thought of exercise exhausts me, the idea of doing something makes my eyes close. I can't hold up a conversation.... I can't hold up my arms.
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
Mental Mirror
You see an entirely different person when you look at me than I do when I look at myself,
and for that I am severely grateful.
This One's Different
i guess this is just me after how long it's been. i wish i could explain better the feeling that i get when you say somethings to me, it's like a feeling where i know something is vitally important to me, information to change my life, but it can't, so life goes on.
Math Final
"
Just do your best and whatever happens i promise i'll make you feel better about it on saturday
"
Just do your best and whatever happens i promise i'll make you feel better about it on saturday
"
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Threw Me Off
"I used to say I never met a girl like you before
Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are
Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters
Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for
Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore
You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours
All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls
If you recall I used to treat you as a groupie broad
When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off
But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off
It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on
You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me
And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly
Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me
It's true that I got shot in the heart
But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see
Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach
Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that's life altering
And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring"
Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are
Almost went as far as introducing you to my daughters
Till you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers
Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for
Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore
You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours
All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls
If you recall I used to treat you as a groupie broad
When we fucked I refused to even take my jewelry off
But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off
It was a shock, it struck me as odd but it turned me on
You started getting moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue
And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me
And who woulda even knew that who woulda even thought possibly
Cupid could shoot another one of them God damn darts at me
It's true that I got shot in the heart
But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are
But see, when you're in it it's too hard to see
Till you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach
Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat
Before you make a decision that's life altering
And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave
You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring"
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Friday, December 11, 2009
Comparatively
Related phrases
- You use comparative to show that you are judging something against a previous or different situation. For example, comparative calm is a situation which is calmer than before or calmer than the situation in other places.
Took Everything
"You’ve disappeared, like everything else. Who else can I talk to, I’m lost. When you left, and he left you took everything with you. But the absence of him is everywhere I look."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
No Title
“it’s epic and romantic and involves you admitting you were wrong all along and kissing me under the stars, with the assumption you will love me forever.
we all die the goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
we all die the goal isn’t to live forever, the goal is to create something that will.”
— | Chuck Palahniuk |
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
I Prefer Listening
I never ever have anything to say.
This is all talking to fill up space that would presumably be silence without my rambling.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Appeal
"ha what do you mean?"
"like people could see your appeal, you're pretty, you dress nice, you worry alot about basic hygene. those last two really come and go for me, and i'm only nice to people i care about. like i think people would wonder what it was you saw in me"
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Consistency
"I just, I just need some consistency.
I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently."
"I can't give you that.
Nobody can."
I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently."
"I can't give you that.
Nobody can."
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Next Six Words
Narrator: As he listened, Tom began to realise that these weren’t stories routinely told,
these were stories one had to earn. He could feel the wall coming down.
He wondered if anyone else had made it this far, which is why the next six words changed everything.
Summer: I’ve never told anybody that before.
Tom: I guess I’m not just anybody.
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
She Knows That
"YEAH IT'S NOT AS BAD AS IT SOUNDS. I'M DRAMATIC WHEN I MISS PEOPLE.
SHE KNOWS THAT."
No Single Force
"You still cross my mind from time to time. And I mostly smile.
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why
So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen,
trying to figure out what my head thinks,
but my head just ain't what it used to be.
And then again, what's the point anyway?
I remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony
to see if you could see me - hidden quietly away
And I remember the skin of your fingers,
The spot three quarters up I'd always touch when I was out of things to say.
You held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak and I could never understand.
I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear,
that not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand,
And I remember how you smiled through the smoke
in a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes.
And I remember the way that you dressed and,
how we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you'd be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing
and I bet if I had to do it all again, I'd feel the same pain,
And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears.
How I wept to god in fits. I've hated airports ever since.
It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain.
And every single day I feel it fade away, but -
I still remember how the distance tricked us,
and lead us helpless by the wrist into a pit to be devoured.
I still remember how we held so strong to this,
though we had never really settled on a way out.
I still remember the silence, and how we'd always find a way
to turn and run to our mistakes.
I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again.
My dear, I hear your voice in mine.
I've been alone here, I've been afraid, my dear.
I've been at home here. You've been away for years. I've been alone.
I breathed your name into the air; I etched your name into me.
I felt my anger swelling; I swam into its sea.
I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear.
It tore the wiring of my brain; I did my best to keep it clear.
So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.
And I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end"
Still so set on finding out where we went wrong and why
So I retrace our every step with an unsure pen,
trying to figure out what my head thinks,
but my head just ain't what it used to be.
And then again, what's the point anyway?
I remember you ascending all the stairs up to the balcony
to see if you could see me - hidden quietly away
And I remember the skin of your fingers,
The spot three quarters up I'd always touch when I was out of things to say.
You held my hand, but you were too afraid to speak and I could never understand.
I remember when you leaned in quick to kiss me, and I swear,
that not a single force on earth could stop the trembling of my hand,
And I remember how you smiled through the smoke
in a crowded little coffeehouse and laughed at all my jokes.
And I remember the way that you dressed and,
how we wasted all the best of us in alcohol and sweat
And I remember when I knew that you'd be leaving, how I barely kept up breathing
and I bet if I had to do it all again, I'd feel the same pain,
And I remember panicked circles in the terminal in tears.
How I wept to god in fits. I've hated airports ever since.
It must be true what people say, that only time can heal the pain.
And every single day I feel it fade away, but -
I still remember how the distance tricked us,
and lead us helpless by the wrist into a pit to be devoured.
I still remember how we held so strong to this,
though we had never really settled on a way out.
I still remember the silence, and how we'd always find a way
to turn and run to our mistakes.
I still remember how it all came back together just to fall apart again.
My dear, I hear your voice in mine.
I've been alone here, I've been afraid, my dear.
I've been at home here. You've been away for years. I've been alone.
I breathed your name into the air; I etched your name into me.
I felt my anger swelling; I swam into its sea.
I held your name inside my heart, but it got buried in my fear.
It tore the wiring of my brain; I did my best to keep it clear.
So, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head.
And if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead.
If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend.
And I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end"
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Suspected
"Yes--you've seen that, haven't you?
You've read the reluctance in her eyes, suspected a false note in her promises.
You were right.
She's never wanted you.
Every kiss, every touch
was a lie."
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Friday, December 4, 2009
Wouldn't Torture You
“Just for the record, she still loves you.
She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.”
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
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