this can't be it.

and it won't be.

the sound of being around you.

the first time i saw you, my universe shifted. 

i know my universe will only shift once.

my latest dream.

She finally agreed to talk to me.
She walks in and we stand against the window, facing the kitchen.

I ask her, "How can you treat me this way? You treat me worse than a homeless person on the street. I'm sorry. I made a mistake."

She says, "I know."

I don't understand.


Out of frustration, I sit down.
I raise my voice, "How can you be this way? After everything we've been through?"

She slowly walks over, and lightly wraps her fingers around my jaw.
And in the same motion, she pulls me in
and kisses me.

She means it.

I'm released, only to see her smile

as she walks out the back door.

i will always give credit where it is due.

my friend falling in love with film.

sometimes the moments you can't define are the most important.

say.

i can safely say

this time,

i know exactly who you are.

You are business.

And this is pleasure.

Finally.

There are certain people who come into your life, and leave a mark. Their place in your heart is tender; a bruise of longing, a pulse of unfinished business. Just hearing their names pushes and pulls at you in a hundred ways, and when you try to define those hundred ways, describe them even to yourself, words are useless.

Via Manny.

100.

there are 100 things i could say to you.

and i'd rather say nothing.

My Dad said epic.

"Kristen. I have an epic surprise for you."

"What is it?!"

"If I told you it wouldn't be very epic."

Feud.

My head and heart
feud.

Every minute of every day

over you.

lines.

the lines on your face used to be soft,

and seamless.

and now they're jagged.

like you.

if i die tomorrow,

i'm gonna have to tell you something.

Golgi.

"I've always loved him."

"but you said-"

"- I lied."

"Kristen you told me-"

"- I lied."

With every cell
With every mitochondria
With every fucking golgi aparatus
In my body,

I love you.

a star is born.

came across this today.

"if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way that you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?"

think about it.

you put my psych in psychedelic.

my mistrust.

my mistrust [of men] is not, as one might expect, primarily a result of the violent acts done on my body, nor the vicious humiliations done to my dignity. It is, instead, born of the multitude of mundane betrayals that mark my ever relationship with a man - the casual rape joke, the use of a female slur, the careless demonization of the feminine in everyday conversation, the accusations of the overreaction, the eye rolling and exasperated sighs in response to polite requests to please not misogynist epithets in my presence.

via Manny.

Lies.

The worst kind of lies are the ones you tell yourself.

Unfinished.

Never give up on your dream.

But that's not usually how it goes.
Sometimes its too difficult. Or expensive. Or scary.

But its only when you stop that you realize how hard it is to start again.

So you force yourself not to want it.
But it's always there.

And until you finish it, it will always be.

(how I met your mother).

eyes.

i want you to be my second pair of eyes.
i want you to see what i see.

(i want to be your second pair of eyes).


let's have four eyes, and one heart.

back to you.

it always comes back to you.

The worst kind of unhappiness is the kind you create yourself.

Him.

Have you ever been able to comprehend someone with your whole body? That's how I comprehend him.

Surface.

Last night, on the curb outside some bar, I told my deepest secret.
A secret that's beginning to surface.

I spend a lot of time on the freeway.
There's more space to think.

I'm done playing games.

blessed.

I love getting emails lately.

Thank you for making me smile.

ah, the high road.

i can't wait to see you again.