good times for a change

please, please, please
let me get what I want.

you're no good for me
baby you're no good for me
you're no good for me
but baby I want you.

i'm thinking I was wrong

keep climbing into my head without knockin'
and you fix yourself there like a map pin
on this ghost of this street where i'm livin'
i'm in a chrysalis and i'm snowed in

and you carry those bruises to remind you wherever you go

You can gaze out the window get mad and get madder,
throw your hands in the air, say "What does it matter?"
but it don't do no good to get angry,
so help me, I know

For a heart stained in anger grows weak and grows bitter.
You become your own prisoner as you watch yourself sit there
wrapped up in a trap of your very own
chain of sorrow.

"It's no good trying to get rid of your own aloneness. You've got to stick to it all your life. Only at times, at times, the gap will be filled in. At times! But you have to wait for the times. Accept your own aloneness and stick to it, all your life. And then accept the times when the gap is filled in, when they come. But they've got to come. You can't force them." -D. H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover

I'm a realist
I'm a romanticist
I am indecisive
and that's about it.

aaaahhhhhhhh.

I ♥ MCR

I really did ♥ MCR. Felt strangely at home. And now I miss it! And you, Chidders! Lovely time away. x

not much in this world that's amazing is effortless

smiling in the street light
even with my eyes shut tight

my sweet song

some of that we did, but most we didn't

all alone, on the edge of sleep

chocolate thunder

the commonest thing is delightful if one only hides it.

I could never hold you

Watch it rise and where you hide your pearl
Feel the tide low where you cast those stones you wear
When no one's home, do they feel cold on your bones
All the years I miss your warmth
Have you missed my warmth?
On your island

wake up to your face against the morning sun

put me onto your black motorcycle

yayo

just a chat show

“In eight years not a day has gone by when she hasn’t thought of him. She misses him and she wants him back. I want my best friend back, she thinks, because without him nothing is good and nothing is right.”

The Boy - Tom Rosenthal from sam wilson on Vimeo.

what's inside her never dies

A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.

strangers passing in the street
by chance two separate glances meet
i am you and what i see is me
and do i take you by the hand
and lead you through the land
and help me understand the best i can.
xxx

Better by far to be good and courageous and bold and to make difference. Not change the world exactly, but the bit around you.

she runs through the valley of death and of sleeping she laughs as she dances her feet wake the flowers

oscar wilde

never love anybody who treats you like you're ordinary

can officially cross anne frank's diary off of the list.
an amazing read, I actually feel like I know her now.
she was an incredibly intelligent girl of 13-14-15 and her understanding of life beats that of many 'grown ups' living today.
such a tragic way in which the story ends, the last diary entry is so innocent and unsuspecting of the raid which follows the next day.
it is a book that everybody needs to read in their life time. definitely.

cos its one life
and its this life
and its beautiful.

i'm going to graceland

you don't need eyes to see if someone's got a heart of glass

the only thing that helps

Debussy and The Tallest Man On Earth.

you're gonna catch a cold

but like always

"As I see it, it's all about her getting hurt, and him standing by and letting her feel the pain, knowing it's his fault.
He doesn't know how to love. You hear in his voice just how much he wishes he was capable of love."

Karl Pilkington

These days, when people are born with three arms or four legs, doctors try to whip em off. I wonder if we're interfering with nature too much. Maybe the human body is trying to evolve to cope with modern life. We now live in a world where we have to multitask, so what could be better than having three arms? The Elephant Man has a really big thick skull. Maybe this was nature's way of evolving us so we don't have to a wear a helmet when we get on a bike. His brain would have had that much protection, he wouldn't have needed one. I look at some of these disabilities as superpowers.

I wish that you

basically,

actually, I meant three

"I thought about all the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it’s in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped."

both my saviour and my sin

living off of naan bread, grapefruit juice and black swan

sigh

"I’m not even going to get mad anymore. I just have to learn to expect the lowest from the people I thought the highest of."

pushed back through the leafy ground

if someone says, "thats impossible", you should understand it as, "according to my very limited experience and narrow understanding of reality, that's very unlikely".

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMIE

Waffle is 18. :) ♥

I would make a cake but I fear it would turn out to be another expectations vs. reality kinda thing;

Expectations:

Reality:

Hope you have a lovely day dearest. And enjoy your present. ♥

:)

happy easter.

who do you think you are?

Diets are no more than training courses in how to get fat and feel like a failure.

Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

"The only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield it."

30 Day Song Challenge: Day Eleven

A song from your favourite band:




Anything she releases I fall in love with, including her Christmas album which, if it was socially acceptable, I would listen to all year round. Plus I want her hair. The old red do.

30 Day Song Challenge: Day Ten

A song that makes you fall asleep

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IaWIlzoZdH0

His voice goes on forever in this song and then finishes gently just at the right time. Luffly.

heaven's on fire

remember when we used to play bang bang

its like bloody sunday means nothing now
its just a common occurrence in the modern world

you read all kinds of books and see all kinds of movies about the man who is obsessed and devoted, whose focus is a single solid beam, same as the lighthouse and that intense, too. it is heathcliff with catherine. it is a vampire with a passionate love stronger than death. we crave that kind of focus from someone else. we’d give anything to be that “loved.” but that focus is not some soul-deep pinnacle of perfect devotion - it’s only darkness and the tormented ghosts of darkness. it’s strange, isn’t it, to see a person’s gaping emotional wounds, their gnawing needs, as our romance? we long for it, i don’t know why, but when we have it, it is a knife at our throat on the banks of greenlake

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30 Day Song Challenge: Day Nine

A song that you dance to:

It was on an advert a few years ago and I loved it

Everytime I hear it now I just wanna dance.

wake up where the clouds are far behind

30 Day Song Challenge: Day Eight

A song that you know all the words to:

WORD UP! Me, Chantee and Chidubem used to sing this song every science lesson. Good tiiimeeesss.

Tears and Rain

Is it possible to be so deep that you become shallow?

"You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvellous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realised the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid."

"How little you can know of love, if you say it mars your art! Without your art you are nothing."

Dorian totally contradicts himself, as it is clear that his love for art has dictated his love for Sibyl Vane.