Thursday, 28 January 2010

Monday, 25 January 2010

  • "when my fingers speak to the words of the small of your back, i find this to be my favorite type of discussion. punctuated with kisses on my collarbone. legs, bodies positioning into an ellipses of things better off unspoken. resulting in question marked eyes turning into exclamation marks of surprise and exhaustion at the same time, ending this hour long run-on sentence with the most comfortable period of a satisfied smile. afterwards, we whisper secretly of things that don't need to ever be said (but should be known anyway), letting them somehow slip in between the parenthesis of our mouths as they travel line by line from our doubled-over hearts into our burning ears, and though the writing in this room seems to be unclear, there is one thing that is clear: it is a moment so defining, it could not be define.

    all i really know from this, and in terms of you and me, it's that -- i would never want there to ever be a last line."


    thisss.
    the words, the writing, the content -
    it makes me want to cry.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

Monday, 11 January 2010

  • if you ever want to feel like (useless) crap,
    you can talk to my parents all you want.

Friday, 01 January 2010

  • “Love lost is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken, another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. Life has to end. Love doesn’t.”

    -m. albom



    2009 was filled with experiences and lessons of love: suppressed, rediscovered, forgotten, lost, remembered, betrayed, realized, expressed. it's always been how i assess my life at the end of the year, and i have to say - 2009 was quite memorable. probably the most memorable so far. i wish i was better at keeping track of last year; i wish i had written thoroughly about how my days went, or how i felt, or how i should have felt about the things that mattered most. it's been so busy that i lost my passion for writing. or recording, really. and i'd like to have it back. i've learned a lot, and i'm glad to say that it's made me realize that i have so so so much more to learn. so much more to suffer, and cherish, and witness. and i can't take it all for granted. i don't want to rush it and i don't want just a mere taste of everything. i want to learn how to savor it; i cannn wait for it all. i'd love to sit back and just learn and experience.

Tuesday, 29 December 2009

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

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