/ ALL DAY, EVERYDAY, NOTHING.
I admire people who have the ability to touch you and still be thousands of miles from your presence.
That sounds intriguing, really. The ‘bleeding’ part makes me think of this quote (which isn’t really pertinent) -
How does he do it? How can he hold his heart in his hands like that without leaving a trail of blood everywhere he goes?
- The Progress of Sherlock Holmes, ivyblossom
Other than that (^^), I can think of these -
I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky.
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
Everything you do leaves traces, doesn’t it. The life you’ve lived is written all over you, for those who can read.
I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.
Aw, thank you so much! *hugs you tightly*
I’ll pass it on!
I am not violent. I am not malicious. I am a result.
Death, The Book Thief
Rock bottom became the solid foundation on which I rebuilt my life.
It hurts to let go. Sometimes it seems the harder you try to hold on to something or someone the more it wants to get away. You feel like some kind of criminal for having felt, for having wanted. For having wanted to be wanted. It confuses you, because you think that your feelings were wrong and it makes you feel so small because it’s so hard to keep it inside when you let it out and it doesn’t come back. You’re left so alone that you can’t explain. Damn, there’s nothing like that, is there? I’ve been there and you have too. You’re nodding your head.
Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins