So Apropos

On thoughts and queries of the human soul, none says more true and rings more right than that of words. For any monkey can write lest they put down their pen and pick up their heart.

"Why are you so unusually depressed now? In life, you should always look ahead, never back. You seem to regret a lot of things from your past, smile, be happy:)"

Asked by Anonymous

There’s only one thing I regret and look back upon,

"You are young, why do you write such dark, depressing things? I hope you are happier than you the words you write."

Asked by Anonymous

I know I’m young but I feel like I’ve lived quite a bit already. Right now no, I’m not as happy as I could be, but usually I’m never nearly as depressed as my writing makes it seem.

I hope it hurts.

Just so you know. Every time I’d stroke your face I’d see hers in your place, every time I’d kiss your lips my eyes would close and I’d reminisce of hers. Every touch and every feel drew further and further from real as I shrank away into my mind where she existed and was still mine. Every choice I ever made I regret still to this day, you led me astray. I wasn’t meant to go this way. Now everytime I see your face I feel sick with deep regret, I turned a wrong corner I lost her hand and now forever lost I’ll stand until her tiny hand clasped tight in mine I feel her heart beat in my head.

I had a dream. One often dreamt before.. So beautiful in sleep once was even more so awake. I was told once, life’s only worth living in love. I was told twice, you’re in love when reality is better than your dreams. Now I know that it’s true, and if only for you I keep moving on. For still in my dreams, so pretty when you sleep, we live on.

It’s always the little things. A bus ride home from a bad movie, stomach aches that don’t have to be hidden, laughing when you look back at how desperate the situation was. Most of all, the things that only seemed to happen when you were around. Just the simple things, a bus stopping halfway down the road. Our trip home. I miss the simple things.

G+

I recently received an invite for google+, if anybody else wants one then just send me an ask with your email address (I believe it has to be a gmail address right now)

I wanted what I saw, what was popular and wanted, once received I realized what I already had was someone more precious and dear than I’d ever find again. So began my life after giving up love. Nobody’s ever going to love you like I did.

Because I.. Still love you.

Well baby it’s ok, to say that you love me, because I think of you. Still think of you.

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Raise Your Glass If You Are Ron - By P!nk, meme by Tumblr, video by tunelessmelody.

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