Sometimes tumblr has the ability of making me feel lonely even when i’m not.
Sleepless nights
I detest working in the lonely nights of the weekdays,
it feels so gloomy and isolated.
However I enjoy reading in the midst of midnight ,
cause’ I can withdraw from the fucked up world I live in.
(Yiruma) River Flows in You - Sungha Jung
The monster within me
Trapped in the fat body of mine,
it continues to consume my soul.
Devouring on my hollow heart,
that refuses to heal.
because of her friends.
And sometimes, to learn,
but mostly
to forget
and to laugh."
im really hating this feeling right now.
(Source: find-yours)
Her forte
I wonder how someone can say something so offensive in such a calm manner.
Desired objective
When I had nothing to lose, I had everything. When I stopped being who I am, I found myself.
from “The Beautiful and Damned” by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Comprehend or fetish?
I understand the beauty of crumpled books now (I used to like my book perfectly new and without any flaws). Every fold or crease made showed how much the book was read. I like to find my books turning yellow, it makes me feel like I’ve aged together with them. The smell of it when it’s new or the sound of pages when it’s being flipped through, would seriously make my day wonderful.
Heh. It seems like I have a book fetish now.
like an assasin … who does it for fun.
two deafening blows in a war that has just begun,
life gone away…i’m done.
two red roses sitting on my coffin, the wind blows, leaving only one
the world i know disappears…like the setting sun."
Futile
My heart is missing for someone
Someone whom I have not met
Someone from the future
And I can’t wait.
Maybe there’s nothing more to say.
A place for me to get lost and find myself.
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