Although I think we’re great friends :: my favorite movies

“Even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I am forever changed because of who you are, and what you’ve meant to me. Which, while I do appreciate it, i’d never need a picture of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.” There is something about this scene, the vulnerability in it, and that moment where you know that what is being opened up will change everything. It could have been terribly cheesy, but it is not, not even at all. To me it is believable, relatable, and painful in that way that when I first … Continue reading Although I think we’re great friends :: my favorite movies

She felt like an actress just reading her lines :: songs and poetry

Keep Art Alive :: Art by Angelina Wrona “She’s choking on the smoke of unthinkable choices. She is haunted by the voices of so many desires. She’s bent over from the business  of begging forgiveness, while frantically running around putting out fires.” This is not even a poem anymore, nor a confession, it is just a mess of words (by me) She writes her name on a blank sheet of paper tracing it over again the circles and curves memorizing names that have attached to the end and the names she has erased She grows so tired of this kind of change Her … Continue reading She felt like an actress just reading her lines :: songs and poetry

There’s heat beneath your winter let me in :: video of the day

Lonely in Your Nightmare :: Duran Duran “Must be lucky whether when you find the kind of wind that you need, come on show me all the light and shade that made your name. I know you’ve got it in your head, I’ve seen that look before, you’ve built your refuge, turns you captive all the same.” Continue reading There’s heat beneath your winter let me in :: video of the day

We take our empty hearts and fill them up with broken things :: song of the day

“I would change for you baby, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna be a better man. Give the ocean what I took from you, so one day you could find it in the sand, and hold it in your hands again.” Untitled (by me) Words spoken but unheard instead the in-between spaces are filled in without consent with or without me there at all Sleep comes like a cool breeze in the middle of a long hot Summer both soothing and full of escape the other gifting this ease to me I grow weary of the choices my insides stinging … Continue reading We take our empty hearts and fill them up with broken things :: song of the day