sea-of-daisiess:

literally my favourite thing ever

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c0ssette:

La Joueuse De Mandore,detail,Theobald Chartran.

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I dreamt myself alone. Without a home and a deranged soul. Everything awry from reality. My fears laying out in front of me. My innocence blackened and denied. I was thrown out and left in the cold. Surrounded by grey walls while you and she were in a warm room at a party. 

Her thick arm wrapped around yours as mine were once. She gave me a look of victory, while you gave me a fickle excuse that left me empty. You’d said “maybe because of temptation or because you’re a caracas.” 

I didn’t understand but I knew I was empty. Away from you sometimes but I didn’t think you’d give into temptation and abandon our love so easily and feel nothing. 

My heart heavy and life at a halt I sank down into my grey setting. With sadness thick in the air my family buzzed past me as ghosts. Trying to snap out but I sat in ball on the hard couch of my dream. They were sorry for my pain. They wanted to take it away but couldn’t. 

Your family on the other hand oblivious to my pain. Oblivious of emptiness caused y your actions. Realization setting that it was all inevitable. 

I wake to reality in my bed surrounded by a cold summer morning. My heart throbbing with my dreamt pain. 

As I looked at him that afternoon I questioned his touch. I questioned his smiles, kisses, his presence, and his love. I questioned my belonging in his arms. I trembled in fear at his touch as I didn’t think it was real. It didn’t feel real at least. 

Even though he was holding me to his heart I felt away in a land where I didn’t belong. A sad grey world full of pain. 

0m:

You give me a boner
not a penis boner
but a boner in my heart
a heart on, an affection erection

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gisele bündchen photographed for marie claire italia june 1998

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I feel shit about everything. For not cleaning my room frequently to buying too much stuff when I went shopping with my dad when I was 13. Why is it that I blame myself for not only the past but the present and the foreseeable future?

These things are out of my hand. I did what I thought was right at the time and some turned out to be wrong but some turned out to be right. The right things determine the long term future to be pleasing but if these wrong decisions, that have completely stuck me in quick sand, don’t solve out fast I’m figuratively going to die. 

I need a job. The only that kept me from a great one that completed the checklist was 3 points on my over all GPA this term. Can you believe it? But hey future always has something greater in store for you right? Well I got another job interview and it went great; but the dreadful call that confirms my confidence is a week away. A WEEK!

It’s been a day since the dreadfully great interview and I am already in a deep depression. My references are MINT but it’s me that’s not. Well at least that’s what I think. 

Ugh. When will this wait end. Either I get a call or I don’t on Friday. And that determines my summer.