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message 4:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
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mary (betty’s version) wrote: "one of my favs that my brain came up with is "sometimes i'm not sure if i'm a raindrop or a whole damn storm""
...that beautiful
...that beautiful
message 5:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
(new)
feel like i should share this little (long) excerpt from a letter i wrote to someone:
Its funny how you can hurt me and heal me at the same time.
Its like chemotherapy, curing the cancer but burning every cell in my body. Even though you'll never see these letters its nice to give pieces of myself to you, it makes me feel lighter. Fire makes things lighter too, it burns away impurities and leaves room for new growth, maybe i should burn these letters. Chemo, fire, burning. They're all pretty close except for the fact that chemo doesnt remake, it destroys.
i honestly cant tell if I'm going through a drought of words or a flood. Am i sucked dry or am i drowning? My head sunk under the waves the moment i realized what i felt for you, but at the time it was peaceful, like immersing yourself in a bathtub. As months pass though, the scene is starting to change. I'm starting to run out of breath, what once was relaxing is becoming restricting. I'm drowning in a whole new fashion.
drowning.
burning.
i cant seem to make up my mind.
Honestly, if you ask me, drowning and burning are almost the same thing:
They both kill you slowly.
Its funny how you can hurt me and heal me at the same time.
Its like chemotherapy, curing the cancer but burning every cell in my body. Even though you'll never see these letters its nice to give pieces of myself to you, it makes me feel lighter. Fire makes things lighter too, it burns away impurities and leaves room for new growth, maybe i should burn these letters. Chemo, fire, burning. They're all pretty close except for the fact that chemo doesnt remake, it destroys.
i honestly cant tell if I'm going through a drought of words or a flood. Am i sucked dry or am i drowning? My head sunk under the waves the moment i realized what i felt for you, but at the time it was peaceful, like immersing yourself in a bathtub. As months pass though, the scene is starting to change. I'm starting to run out of breath, what once was relaxing is becoming restricting. I'm drowning in a whole new fashion.
drowning.
burning.
i cant seem to make up my mind.
Honestly, if you ask me, drowning and burning are almost the same thing:
They both kill you slowly.

Its funny how you can hurt me and heal me at the same time.
Its like chemotherapy, curing the cancer but burn..."
holy... shit
wow
this reminds me of the letters my mc in the book i kinda gave up on writing (oops) wrote
that's a good thing bc she is a slay we love her
even though i made her up so i'm biased but it's fine

...that beautiful"
;-; thank you
message 9:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
(new)
mary (betty’s version) wrote: "idk if this makes sense but
"daises woven into this broken sky" - moi"
honestly thats one of those quotes that is just really pretty and gives you a beautiful mental picture, good job
"daises woven into this broken sky" - moi"
honestly thats one of those quotes that is just really pretty and gives you a beautiful mental picture, good job
message 10:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
(new)
mary (betty’s version) wrote: "timesfoolincarnate wrote: "feel like i should share this little (long) excerpt from a letter i wrote to someone:
Its funny how you can hurt me and heal me at the same time.
Its like chemotherapy,..."
your mc sounds like she slays
Its funny how you can hurt me and heal me at the same time.
Its like chemotherapy,..."
your mc sounds like she slays

"daises woven into this broken sky" - moi"
honestly thats one of those quotes that is just really pretty and gives you a beautiful mental..."
tyyy
it's from a poem but i can't find it and that's the only line i remember lol

Its funny how you can hurt me and heal me at the sam..."
not as much as you tho
message 13:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
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mary (betty’s version) wrote: "timesfoolincarnate wrote: "mary (betty’s version) wrote: "timesfoolincarnate wrote: "feel like i should share this little (long) excerpt from a letter i wrote to someone:
Its funny how you can hur..."
ayoooooooo
Its funny how you can hur..."
ayoooooooo

message 16:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
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molly wrote: "It’s not always about the pot of gold on the other side of the rainbow, but about the lessons you learn along the way -my weird as hell brain that sometimes can manage to come up with a sensible idea"
YESSSSSSSSS
YESSSSSSSSS
message 17:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
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" im so [redacted] tired.
of everything.
just once i would love to be fully awake"
-me at this exact moment bc im done w life
of everything.
just once i would love to be fully awake"
-me at this exact moment bc im done w life
message 18:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
(new)
message 19:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
(new)
message 20:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
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i just heard someone say " i talk fast so people dont have to listen long" and like...
damn.
i feel personally attacked
damn.
i feel personally attacked

“Yes I have changed, we all have too. These things have changed together too, but at the end we don our crowns, and scream for revolution now, then in a timely fashion these changes will all fall down”
If you want the full thing tell me.
message 23:
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.*zayda*., i know my love should be celebrated but you tolerate it
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Judith wrote: "I write poetry like religiously lol. So here goes,
“Yes I have changed, we all have too. These things have changed together too, but at the end we don our crowns, and scream for revolution now, t..."
bruh i want it
“Yes I have changed, we all have too. These things have changed together too, but at the end we don our crowns, and scream for revolution now, t..."
bruh i want it
" Do i miss him? No. For there is no grief in the absence of love."