February 2012
4 posts
I am no longer afraid of the dark.
I used to be.
But things are different now.
I haven’t been afraid of the dark, or the horrors that might lie waiting in it, since my father passed away. Its funny, because I wouldn’t dare to close my eyes after watching a horror movie, even when he was alive. Maybe now that I know his physical body’s gone now, I can console myself that...
You used to hold my hand as I learned how to stand and walk on my own.
24 years later, I held your hand as you learned to let go, and to let me stand on my own two feet.
Hello papa,
It’s been 33 days since you went away.
You left such a huge void in my life when you left, and it really did feel
, at least for a while, like I would never be able to be completely happy again.
I cried myself to sleep for the majority of nights since you went away.
And then I saw you, one more time. I don’t know if it was a dream or a vision; you coming back...
December 2011
6 posts
November 2010
1 post
“We come spinning out of nothingness scattering stars like dust”
– Rumi (via loveyourchaos)
October 2010
11 posts
“What should I do about the wild and the tame? The wild heart that wants to be...”
– Jeanette Winterson (via runawaytrain)
“I should never have let you put the blame on me.”
August 2010
4 posts
July 2010
10 posts
I’m not so good at sleeping at night.
I’m not good at being left alone with my thoughts.
I’m fucking terrible at saying Goodbye.
The ones who love us least are the ones we'll die...
poeticheartache:
— The Replacements (2000)
June 2010
7 posts
What every Fathers' Day card should say:
Oh, you see that skin? It’s the same she’s been standing in Since the day she saw him walking away Now she’s left Cleaning up the mess he made On behalf of every man Looking out for every girl You are the god and the weight of her world So fathers, be good to your daughters Daughters will love like you do
(*** and then, maybe, as a sidenote..
Girls become lovers who turn into...
“I look at all the pictures of the past thinking of how the years went by so...”
– (via poeticheartache)
May 2010
9 posts
Some words will always sting more than others.
When is the exact moment
when a lover becomes
someone, whom you once knew,
a very long time ago
(and nothing more)
And all of that time that you thought I was sad, I...