December 2011
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I get distracted more easily than a five year old.
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10:25 PM
felonymelanie:
I want our moments to last. I want time to slow down at all the right parts and for that soft, warm music to dance softly beneath the surface. I want our skin to glow and our hearts to race when we lock eyes. I want us to say exactly what we’re thinking and I want it to be cheesy and adorable and passionate and bold. I want it bold and honest. I want us to fall asleep in each...
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2:10 AM
felonymelanie:
It’s weird, growing up. Your bones grow and your skin stretches to close the gaps and your heart takes a beating. The things around you begin to morph and those old familiar smells are pressed between the pages of your childhood where they become distant memories for you to casually flip through. You stick things on shelves and hide them in corners and everything just seems so...
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11:35 AM
felonymelanie:
Today, I will wake up. Today, I will make coffee. Today, I will put on pants. Today, I will go. Today, I will see the ocean. Today, I will sing and sing loudly. Today, I will smile. Today, I will dance. Today, I will laugh and it will be uninhibited. Today, I will read. Today, I will dream. Today, I will think. Today, I will do. Today, I will look. Today, I will gaze. Today, I...
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3:35 AM
felonymelanie:
My skin is crawling, and I’m tired of all this silence. All it does is create empty spaces for thoughts to fill up. Thoughts to get carried away and expanded and broken. Thoughts to drive me insane and wonder how I could’ve done things differently. I need noise, and I need it soon. A wave crashing, a tree falling, a bird screeching, an animal barking. Anything to smash this...
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2:18 AM
felonymelanie:
Do you ever just sit there in front of your mirror, staring and staring for so long you forget who you’re even looking at? Do you ever wonder how you became the person staring back into your own eyes? Do you ever miss who you used to be? Do you ever wish you could see who you will be? Do you ever look so deep into that glass that it all becomes one giant blur? Do you ever feel...
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1:35 AM
felonymelanie:
The streets are sound asleep as I lay wide awake picking apart every sentence you ever whispered into my eager ears. I roam up and down all of those back roads we once shared and reminisce over every stolen kiss. There we sat, and there we stayed. You took my hand and ran and ran until morning. Your fingers traced those ivory keys so lightly and with such ease it was almost...
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1:24 AM
felonymelanie:
I never used to cry, I absolutely hated it. I hated feeling weak, I hated feeling vulnerable and I hated letting my guard down. I hated showing that I was sensitive, that things upset me. I hated crying about myself really. A book, a movie, anything that wasn’t me, I could cry you oceans with all of the emotions and feelings that they would stir up in the pit of my stomach, but...
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5:09 AM
felonymelanie:
The world is an orchestra, and you’re the conductor. The trees are swaying to the beat of your own melody, and you’ve never felt more alive. The crashing waves are mother natures cymbals, new life forming with each resounding clang of that golden connection. Wand in hand, you control each and every sound with the flick of a wrist. You close your eyes and you open your heart and...
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12:27 AM
felonymelanie:
Cotton Candy skies, and Blueberry Oceans. Everything ablaze by that giant floating fireball suspended in space. Looking to your left and seeing nothing but endless adventure, hiding around every corner anxiously waiting for you to count to ten. No peeking, no cheating necessary, you’ll find it with ease, just follow your soul. Feel the trees and hear their sorrow. Touch the earth...
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Reblog if you want "have you ever" asks.
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Person 1: I hate you more than I hate Zubats.
Person 2: Woah man, I think you need to calm down and think about what you just said.
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“People say, ‘I’m going to sleep now,’ as if it were nothing. But it’s really a...”
– George Carlin (via moufles)
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