Tuesday, April 8, 2014

John Green

Sunday, April 6, 2014


Saturday, April 5, 2014

On Leaving and Coming Back

I heard our song today
and it reminded me of you.
I do not ache with sadness
Or feel the sharp knife of regret.
Nor do I wish for your arms
Or your green eyed stare.
I can laugh without wanting
to tell you why.
I can breathe again
and not feel you in my lungs.

I'm free.
I'm finally free.

Friday, April 4, 2014

Iron and Wine - Such Great Heights

Thursday, April 3, 2014

The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I just need to know
that someone out there
listens and understands
and doesn't try to sleep with people
even if they could have.
I need to know that these people exist.

Starting Over

I think I wanted to write for some time now, but I remained at a war with myself whether it would be a good idea (or not) because:
a. It may all sound dumb and people will figure out I'm actually a terrible writer
b. I tried but kept editing my text and in the end it just irritated me
c. Privacy issues (there was this awkward one time when someone casually told me they knew how I travelled to work because I mentioned it on an old blog post)


So anyway I was watching Ellen D talking to Emma Watson last night and Emma mentioned how she kept a journal since she started acting and I thought, oh, that's very clever. Time goes by quickly and if we don't pen them down then everyday eventually just passes by in a blur. I could have a diary, but the paranoia of keeping it safely kept is just another pain in the ass.

I want to write again and remember things.