15 hours
And the big old pacific
I don’t know when
I’ll see you again.
I’m scared I’ll become a distant memory
A ghost from your past
Gone too fast
All the names and the faces
The people and the places
I really don’t know much anymore
Some days are better than the other days
But its hard to say
My baby’s gone away
Wouldn’t you like to know
Just how the story goes
All that time passing by
In a blink of an eye
What do you do
When things just seem to fall apart
How do you mend a broken heart?
All the names and the faces
The people and the places
I really don’t know much anymore
Some days are better than the other days
But its hard to say
My baby’s gone away
In the dead of the night
I still wake up and have trouble going back to sleep
And in the quiet and absence of light
On my own, on my own I still weep
Some days are better than the other days
But its hard to say
My baby’s gone away
At least I hope it’ll be.
its fine.
"Anaïs, I don’t know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me."
Henry Miller to Anaïs Nin (via larmoyante)
(via thecaptainsbed)
"Do you love me enough that I may be weak with you? Everyone loves strength, but do you love me for my weakness?"
Alain de Botton (via jamesfrancozpenis)
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Calm face, raging madhouse mind.
And what is real?
How much is real?
How much of what you see is merely perception?
How much of what you see in your mind’s eye is true?
So much more difficult when it’s family. Everything gets stretched out of proportion. It hurts so much more and hits closer to the heart than all else.
I’m not ready for you to leave. I can’t deal with mom alone. It’s also fucking empty at home without you.
I don’t know if it’s normal to feel this sad. I can’t explain why it’s this painful, and I really don’t understand why. I don’t know much anymore.
I haven’t been a very good sibling, and I need you alot more than you’d ever need me. Alot more than you’ll ever know.
I’m really not ready to say goodbye again.
:’(
"I like the sea: we understand one another. It is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; and so am I."
Greta Garbo (Picture Show Magazine Interview, 1927)
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