4/3/14

• i think maybe i get so much back pain because i'm piggy backing the devil

• i set dry leaves on fire because that's what you did to my life

• there's tremendous guilt that comes with picking flowers and for that reason, i can't love you

- you pick something beautiful and it's bound to die.

- maybe, if i pick you, i could press you between the pages of my favourite book.  

• your daffodil lives in my bell jar.

- your life between sheets of paper not my sheets of cotton

• i fell out of love with the life they gave me and began to drown in the life i was creating for myself

• knowledge is crucial but we shouldn't undervalue experience

• jump, jump, jump.

• in school we're supposed to be taught and prepared for life, we get depressed and want to die
and maybe it's because we can't apply the f*cking factorisation equation to our feelings

• "i love history,
you see people being brave and courageous and stepping out for what they believe.
But, God forbid, any of you actually develop a spirit and personality and think there is a life bigger and more important than this institution in which we trust with the lives of our future"

• now is the moment for change. We admire historical figures for their courage, but very few of us would actually do the same.

• you shouldn't expect much from people if they trample over something as beautiful as flowers,
why would they give a second thought to walking all over your life?

• they will never know i picked a tree

• The rain nourishes the soul, make the most of it then let it leave coaster marks on your skin

• my lips are flaming red but yours are the ones burnin my cheeks

• i am the rusty penny you always tell the shop to keep

• i'll stay in bed all day. not because i want to die, i just don't want to live.

• i don't listen to our favourite songs anymore because they're an open gateway for you to haunt me

• isn't it so strange to feel the pressure of lips against your own after so long

• i don't want to spend another second in your atmosphere

- i don't want to be pulled in by your gravity or drown in your oceans. Just let me breathe.

• how i wish wish wish we had kissed

• i can't believe they let me fall through the cracks of the system.

• i sliced my thumb open in a biology lesson.  Isn't that ironic? Eye-ronic.

• i still flinch when i spray perfume before leaving the house. Even though there's no need anymore.  

- that's one thing you don't realise that you will miss. Now i can cover my wrists endlessly with sweet smells and hey, they are pretty.

- maybe the perfume makes it all better. Now i'll spray it daily on my arms and you'll get perfume on your lips from kissing sweet spots

• i see ghosts in these school corridors. It's tormenting to have to stay here.

• if i was in a burning building, you would try to save my life. i live in my body and i'm setting it on fire, so where are you now?

- maybe you could try to help but don't breathe in my smoke or you will die too.

• i wrote 'smoke' and my phone autocorrected it to 'smile'. i am happy.

• there is great safety in a passed moment.  

- you can eagerly relive the moment he pulls you into him, hindsight diminishing the nervousness of the moment because you know now what happens.

- you can watch from a great temporal distance the groundbreaking decisions of others and find comfort in the passed moment as you know the outcome.

- maybe, in this way, we underestimate the moments as they happened

• you won't remember everyday of you life, how strange is it that you could forget today even happened.