I used to think that only writers write and painters paint until I realized all you have to do is pick up a pen and a paint brush.
I always battle with how much I should reveal about myself.
The only difference between right and wrong, is the guilt.
How beautiful is it to stay silent when someone expects you to be enraged from them. And how beautiful it is to laugh when someone thinks you are going to shed tears.
All I want is more.
I hope she knows you only like the beginnings of things.– Faye Miller (via refulgentis)
nooruddinmalik: It’s all a blur; I cant remember if I fell for her or if I fell over her, but I do remember falling for sure.
Barely even conscious, talking to my conscience..
Mind in one place, heart in another.
Don’t know why but girl I’m feeling so close to you, maybe it’s this ocean view..
And this that shit that’ll make you call your baby mama When you gone on half a pill, don’t know why but that I did Then you take a flight back to the crib, y’all make love like college kids And you say all the shit you gon’ do better, we can try this shit again ‘Round the time the dope wear off, you feel stupid, she feel lost That’s that dope, I mean, I...
Sunny days wouldn’t be special if it wasn’t for rain.
I still remember you like a dream tattooed to the inner walls of my long term memory
The girl of my dreams, is she good as what she seems? Or am I lying to myself? should I try and get some help?
Revenge is like the sweetest joy next to getting pussy.– Tupac Shakur
One always dies to soon…or too late. And yet one’s whole life is...– Jean-Paul Sartre
A blind boy sees a green girl She drives a green car through a dream world She meets up with a green club And talks of saving the earth from itself A blind boy saw a blue man Who rides a blue bus through a nightmare He leaves word to a blue home But the blue seems different since she’s passed away And the same boy with sunken eyes saw me And described yellow so perfectly.
I don’t know what to do today, help me decide. Should I cut myself open and pour...– Albert Camus
I wonder if there’s ever been an emotion felt by someone that has never been felt by anyone else, ever.
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.– Jean-Paul Sartre
In French, there is no translation for “I miss you.” Instead you say “tu me manques,” which is closer to “you are missing from me.”
All I ask of you is try to earn my memory.