fire and ice

SOME SAY THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE, SOME SAY ICE.
and
we're so burning ice.

and dearest your cool, calm, collected presence is as soft as the whispering wind
you are the ultimate distraction of the diversities of life

AND WOULD SUFFICE.

be raw, be harsh, be bold, be honest with me dearest
i cannot bare to have you any other way

sonnet 116 dear heart
it is an ever fixed mark...

jane austin characters, it all ends perfectly

ok we've established we all desire movie script endings
the twist and turn of the tormented tide

lets take our romantic sensibilities afar
lets form our dreams into our realities

is love a fancy or a feeling?
you tell me dearest, but do not attempt to deny your true nature
let your heart guide you dearest

can you tell the difference between those moments of awkwardness and pure contentment
because each and every moment i spend with you is pure bliss
and all i fancy from this modern love is a kiss
you are my trainer dearest
i, your houndour

pew pew - you're so dead right now

looking at this makes my head hurt more and more

when did saying "i like you" become less cliche than "i love you" ?

weddings? i prefer funerals - they're far more real

why can't you see me ?

allow me to introduce myself ... mr right

"i'm saving myself for mr darcy"

this will last forever

if it manages to last through the lunchtimes
and the secret walks to secret places
then
i
hope
it
will
last
forever.

i never put a tick in the "remember me" box

when will the day end?

(sorry)

almost there

let's start at the beginning:
she dies
he waits
they reunite
it's another name for
history: revolutions

when you said that i almost died

if i said you 'bewitched' me,
would you tell me that
you meant to?

putting in the effort means more to you than it does to me

that wasn't me saying i don't want this,
it was me saying
i
could
never
measure
up
to
you
.

how come when i type the letter 'y' all that comes up is 'you' ?

you took my breath away.
i'm just asking for it back.

EPIC

VOICES.

practise how to speak normal

we hide in the back of yards and practise talking how they want us to. but it's not for the reason you think it is.
it's because we're not trying to fit in, but to fit out.
you see,
it's becoming one of them that really gets on their nerves,
you see,
they can't stand it when someone else gets perfect better then they do.

you're a commendation

the equivalent of a letter of recommendation
is you.
because where ever you go,
you spread forgetful.

you make exaggerating look like a joke.

things are weird, and getting weirder

what does it feel like to have your own custom emoticon?
it seems ironic that you are everything but stereotypical,
and yet,
you can be summed up in one tiny picture that appears in conversations that you never save.

did you know i save some of ours?

just because i need something to remember you by when you're famous.

you're the scrawled notes in my border, and i'm the imminent bad grade i'm going to get because of them

admit it,

we were just never meant to be.

i'm not listening

to anything you say,
because everything you say
is lies.

(and it tears me up inside to know that i can't live without you them)

sometimes it's easier to dream that we're apart than it is to dream that we're together

hold me closer tiny dancer,
and try not to fall down while you reach too high.

will it upload if i scream at it ?

let's share a universe together

too young to care.

the time of return :

n e v e r .











(sorry)

"white is so useful. it's like my Holy Grail."

if you could paint the world in colours,
would you paint it black?
would have every colour on one thing to make that thing stand out more than every other thing that stands around it so that the only thing that anyone would notice would be that thing?
(something like that would remind me of -)
would you paint everything diamond coloured? and name them lucy?
how can you paint "kaleidoscope?"
i'm trying to remember your favourite colour so that i can throw it away before you use it.
not out of malice, but out of trust;
i can't trust you with something you 'love'
because you always end up breaking it.

i'm too tired for this

let's just pretend we're friends so that the people around us don't suspect anything.
let's not make them too excited.

i wish they would turn the lights off

dreaming of far off places in compact spaces, lets just settle to look out the window and observe the 'scenery'. Dark blue, dark blue, have you ever been alone in a crowded room?

aren't we all just pretending to pretend when it comes down to it?

i don't mean to burst that bubble of optimism honey,
but you're not gonna get anywhere with your
i'm-so-fucking-perfect attitude and
trashy, come-do-me look.
i can't wait to see the look on your face when i make you pump my gas.

why so bluejay ?

cheer up emo kid,
we're all headed your way sometime.

a hand-writing analysis :

nothing looks good if it's not in your hand-writing.

"you're a sap"

"i know, but at least i admit it."

write me a prayer and i might answer it

you're pathetic.

i'm not trying to get ahead of myself,
but i really think that this is getting somewhere.
me and you.
i really do.
we can be partners in rhyme, or maybe we could just be plain, old partners.
we're so running from the "cold" people,
and shooting at stars that explode into colours that explode into tiny little splatters of magic that fall on us and makes us glitter like the magic they hold.
we are forever;
but
don't try and understand the purpose behind it,
just know that i'm doing my best to be sincere.

you're my best friend; and i mean it

let's walk.

what happened to that girl i used to know?

she grew up and married her prince.
and what happened to us?
we got married to our hero/heroines
and waited at home while they saved the world
again
and
again
and
again.

i've got your back, even if you can't take mine

we're so forever it scares me.