DYSTHYMIC BANANA

It’s scary to think that there are words meant for me but were never said to me.
jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)
Being stubborn can be a good thing. Being stubborn can be a bad thing. It just depends on how you use it.
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.

fallingfr0mhighplaces:

Brendon Urie shirtless appreciation post

27.07.14

I am constantly torn between wanting to improve myself and wanting to destroy myself.
Unknown (via cockochanel)
Date someone who is interested in you. I don’t mean someone who thinks you’re cute or funny. I mean someone who wants to know every insignificant detail about you. Someone who wants to read every word you write. Someone who wants hear every note of your favourite song, and watch every scene of your favourite movie. Someone wants to find every scar upon your body, and learn where each one came from. Someone who wants to know your favourite brand of toothpaste, and which quotes resonate deep inside your bones when you hear them. There is a difference between attraction and interest. Find the person who wants to learn every aspect of who you are, and hold onto them.
Anonymous  (via lushwisdom)
It is by doubting that we come to investigate, and by investigating that we recognize the truth.

Another year

Another round of beers

Brand new memories

—the tears

the heartaches

the joy

the madness

Tasting more of reality

but still holding on the

sweet fantasy

Forgetting and reminding

Losing and winning

At the end of the day

another year has passed

The time is now

Make more of less

Waste and treasure time

Keep your heart beating

Be yourself (always, please.)

So here’s to you, cheers!

Happy birthday.

But the heart is not like a box that gets filled up, it expands in size the more you love.
Her (2013)
you are the rain that flipped the drowning moon
quarterly aching at the bottom of my soul
but you said, there’s not a chance our hearts would match
because you’re the solstice that comes in winter
and i happen to be once in a blue moon
i look at the clock as it strikes to the last second of today
and as it move on towards the next day,
i swear to wait for you again.
If you repeat something over and over again it loses its meaning; “You watch the sunset too often it just becomes 6 pm, you make the same mistake over and over you stop calling it a mistake. If you just wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up one day you’ll forget why”
Phil Kaye from Repetition (via psych-facts)

Two joined beds

I remember making sure

I was laying on the edge

To give enough space

For others to sleep in

You were there

Too busy to care

Eyebrows burrowed

Typing profusely 

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I slept at the edge of the bed

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Woke up around two a.m.

Was laying on my side

Peeked over to check who’s sleeping

There’s nobody, but you

You’re right beside me

If I lay on my back

I might fall over

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I’m on the edge

You’re too close

So I hugged you instead

Held on to you

Hoping I won’t fall

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Something else fell that morning…

Now it’s shattered to pieces

Maybe beyond repair.. Maybe.