I ask myself when no one else will listen.
What the fuck do you plan on doing when
The truth between your lyrics become plain as day?
What’s your next move when she blows the dust off
Revealing that your novel was actually non-fiction
Romeo just refused to name Juliet out of fear of
What are you gonna do when she reads every line
Her brain sifting the gold from the waste and dirt
The weight of your words burying every letter like
Bones to a puppy in his new favorite yard?
It’s not like she’s stupid.
You like her because she gets it, right?
So why do you encode your emotions only to
post your groans in poetic form for public opinion?
It’s like you want the world to know how hard
you’ve tripped up on your typical routine
and fallen flat on your face in a puddle of feelings
and it’s not to say it’s a shallow attraction
but you still lack the accurate information to measure
the depth of your affection against her character
and for all you know,
you may be a pebble skipped on the surface
being laughed at by a stone who happened to
carry more weight behind his intentions and
dove to a point where no one knows but he and her
So why do you keep at it, knowing the risk
Knowing how much you stand to lose in pursuing the win?
I ask myself this often.
And everytime I leave this thought as an ellipsis,
Nothing easy was ever worth the chase.
Nothing ventured nothing gained.
And if I die in this battle, at least they’ll say
I bled my heart dry for what i believed in.
I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.Dan Howell (via screamingsadness)
But I guess ultimately what scares me about marriage is where do you find this person? You know a lot of times, most successful relationships, people meet through work, school, mutual friends. But what’s most interesting to me is when people just meet in life, just randomly. You know, I have a friend, he got married, I asked him like “Hey, uh, where’d you meet your wife?” He was like “I was leaving Bed, Bath & Beyond. I was looking for my car - I drive a gray Prius. I saw a different gray Prius, I thought it was mine, I walked up to it, I realized I had the wrong car, but I bumped into Carol, we started talking, that was that”. That’s unbelievable. Think about all the random factors that had to come together to make this one moment possible - this one moment that changed these two people’s entire lives: First off, this guy has to live in this particular town. Then he has to get a gray Prius. Then he has to need to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then he has to go to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond. Then there has to be another guy who also lives in town, also drives a gray Prius, also needs to go to Bed, Bath & Beyond, also goes to that particular Bed, Bath & Beyond at around the same time. Then they have to both park somewhat near each other, my friend has to leave before the other guy leaves, see the wrong Prius, think it’s his, walk up to it. Then the woman, Carol, needs to be near the wrong gray Prius for a million other random reasons. They bump into each other, they start talking, their entire lives are changed. That’s the most amazing and terrifying thing about life. It is, cause the amazing thing is that at any moment, any one of us can have that moment that totally changes our lives. You could be leaving the show tonight, bump into someone… it could change your life. You don’t know, that could happen. The terrifying thing is… what if we’re all supposed to be at Bed Bath & Beyond right now?Aziz Ansari, Buried Alive (via larmoyante)
used to be one of my favorite colors
used to stand firmly between extremes
used to facilitate my decision making
it only torments me
with how endless its spectrum seems
i’m a raindrop hanging on for dear life
clinging to a dark cloud’s silver lining
keeping me from falling as hard
as bombs when they soaked hiroshima
My passion’s held back by the lack of
a target willing to be smitten by the
unadulterated truth wrapped in emotion
But i can’t blame you for not wanting
To bite a bullet that you can dodge
I can’t hold you accountable
When it comes to the investment i’ve made
I know that if I bet wrong, and it all crashes
a great depression is all i’m owed afterwards.
I used to love grey.
how neutral seemed to suit me as if
tailor fit for the way i saw the world
yet i never expected to become its prey
never thought i’d desire darkness
if it meant i was unfit for the light of day
never wanted to feel like i’m
less than the ideal but more than a reject
because the middle can still be passed over.
i don’t want to be over you.
i don’t view you as an obstacle to be conquered
I don’t see this as a bridge to walk across
But i refuse to offer a river of tears
flowing from the ocean that is my heart.
Especially when friendship is bittersweet
But palatable enough to swallow with my pride
I won’t cry over a wound before it’s arrived
Maybe i’m just embracing feelings for a love
Discovered long before its appointed time.