Black and Gold

and if i were to show you my heart in two,
would it spell my love?
would you finally understand?
maybe. but i doubt so.

and “emos” can be cute too you know.

pictures by mogupon and rimfrost.

Six Months

world meet stacy.

she’s awesome x 346513478651937246. she writes awesome, and she plays guitar awesome, and she studies awesome, she does awesome art, has an awesome sense of random humor, and she speaks awesome-ly fast. she’s got an awesome grin, and an awesome pair of legs, and awesome glasses and awesome braces, and she’s got awesome hair, and even awesomer fringe.

i love my sister.

i wish i was a better one to you.

(i’m not perving over my sister thank you.)

she did this very very cool collage and it has hayley and a heart in it. it looks like this.

i wanna look like her.

and being the very obsessive girlfriend that i am, i cut the part that was relevant and made it look -ahem- better.

i wurve my boyfwennn. <3

yay me please.

CHIO OR.

you know i really do love my friends. new ones, old ones, imaginary ones. it struck me, after reading scandal’s blog, how transitory friendships sometimes are. you know how people say “boyfriends/girlfriends break up, but friends stay forever.”? i beg to differ. sometimes it’s just a matter of how much effort we put in to make them stay.

so here’s the part to nicolette. i miss you lots babe. don’t be so saddddddddd. i’ll be here. you can have my shoulder as long as you need it, and whenever you do. as long as i get it back, so i can lend it to you again. :] loveeeeee.

by the way, i edited the picture to say to baby, happy six months. it’s been grueling at times, but we have our days, no? regardless of the percentage of highs and lows, i love you boyy, i really do.

Please?

to tell you i love you.

Was the Soundtrack of My Summer

close, but not close enough.
don’t take me for granted?
prove it.
that you’re afraid to lose me.
i know too much to not be hurt.

open for interpretation.

*art by skankydoodles.

If I Absolutely Had to Lie

your champagne supernova.

where are we
what the hell, is going on
the dust has only just began to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking, feeling

spin me round again
and rub my eyes
this can’t be happening
when busy streets a mess of people will stop to hold
their heads, heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasured moments hung before the take over
of this sweeping insensitivity
of this still life

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines (oh you won’t catch me around here)
blood and tears (hearts)
they were here first

mmmm what’d you say,
mmmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
mmmm what’d you say,
mmmm that its all for the best?
because it is
mmmm what’d you say?
mmmm that it’s just what we need
you decided this
what’d you say?
mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no i don’t believe you
you don’t care a bit
you don’t care a bit

so don’t pretend, please.

you make my heart sing
if only for a bit
a song like a track to slit your wrist to
beauty in it’s wretched form
the nakedness in this breakdown scares me
a distortion of reasons beyond our comprehension
i don’t understand you
but i’ll wait

*image by imaginee, edit by me, song by imogen heap, peom by me.

Slow Dancing in a Burning Room

isn’t it so terribly sad?

maybe. but not to me. another matter of perspective i say.

life doesn’t last very long. neither do most things in it. tragic, that good things almost always have an ending.. but fortunate, that they ever happened in the first place.

quote by brad pitt in troy “everything’s more beautiful, because we’re doomed. you will never be lovelier than you are now.. we will never be here, again.”

doomed.

like a rose. it’s a bud for days.. weeks. when it blooms, people cut them off and and sell them. boy gives them in dozens to girl, and she brings them home to put in vases. they’re beautiful, and so much lovelier to look at. they mean so much more.. because they don’t last long. in fact, they’re the most beautiful when they’re dying. to some.. maybe even when they’re already dead.

*original by imaginee, edited by me.

Gone Too Long, Living Like I’m Not Alive

i’ll give beauty a name, then call it my unhealthy obsession.