"No matter what i do. I always forget to forget you."

Dont call your mum
Her babys gone

Youre in disgrace

In your black dress

Dry your tears
Get on your feet
Take your stuff
Brush your hair

Bottom line

Boys are not fair

song: F*ck Nicole (By The Teenagers

Pictures:One from Flickr and one from thedrifterandthegypsy

I remember the first time we danced.

Was there once a day that you lived that you were lost, seeking to only be found?

For today I was lost, as I was yesterday. Lost and Lonely

I am sad and I want the loneliness to depart

Yet when the loneliness leaves

Won’t I be even lonelier?

For the only thing that cared to bother me was the lonely ghost,

Which has now gone away.

Yes it has gone away leaving me completely lost.

image: rose-coloured-rain.blogspot.com/

Firetruck (hmmm for shamey?)

I woke up and my eyes still burned from the night before and they were swollen to the point of being partially shut. I looked like I had black eyes without the black and blue colouring which implies “bad ass” (well that or ‘victim of domestic adbuse). Just swollen puffy orbs hugging my eyeballs. I tried to slick on mascara to look less herendous, but it simply magnified my swollen eyelids. I want everything to be okay, not for myself but for my best friend who I love so much and am helpless to help. I can’t make everthing okay. I can’t.
I don’t know what you do when you care about someone who shuts you out. I don’t know how to feel like a good friend when there is nothing I can do to make anything (not everything) better.
She nicknamed me Firetruck because I can’t stop myself from crying sometimes. At the drop of a hat I lose my compusure and let out ugly swollen sobs, mixed with laughter at my own inability to keep the water in.
I tell her I love her.-from a random blog that i just cant remember

"It always fascinated me how people go from loving you madly to nothing at all, nothing."

I'm singing for you

I'm singing for you

This crumbling moon, dressed in black and white

Well it fades away, hiding, from you, ghost, tonight.
And you said, "hey man don't follow, " Oh but I was already there

You were walking one tight rope but you were too young to care

lyrics by:Jason Myles Goss

some photos taken from: http://nadinoo.blogspot.com/ and  http://kissesandcrossstitches.blogspot.com/

"Bright like neon love."

You’re the boat.

I am the dangerous unforgiving sea.

But, I would like to be the safe harbor, lying as your only sanctuary.

I am the lobsterman that scuffs the deck of your boat.

Though I want to be the Lobsterman’s wife in which he names his boat after

I am the secret love letter in you locker.

Though I wish you wrote me a secret love letter

I am the aching space you ache for…

Yet, I ache for you more.

I am the girl who sleeps alone

I am the girl who pretends you sleep next to me.

I know that you will never know,

That more than anything I want you to be my boat. 

2nd photo from: http://rose-coloured-rain.blogspot.com