lazy sunday

(via Recordis)

I start to melt 

with my arms around her waist

and my mouth starts to spell

and the words saying it's okay.

Your faith was strong but you needed proof

You saw her bathing on the roof

Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you

She tied you

To a kitchen chair

She broke your throne, and she cut your hair

And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah

Baby I have been here before

I know this room, I've walked this floor

I used to live alone before I knew you.

I've seen your flag on the marble arch

Love is not a victory march

It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

goddamnit,

be gay.

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sigh - w4w

Date: 2010-01-17, 11:57PM EST
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you just dont know how beautiful you are

its scary, falling for you. i wish i could read your mind

youre so artsy and cute, when i think of you i cant help but smile and feel warm inside

Time Travel

If I could time travel, I would return to that tiny secondary 2 classroom.

I would walk into sex ed just as the teacher was saying that one sentence. 

It was the first and last time I would ever hear something that concerned me in sex ed.

She was about to leave and added the sentence almost as an afterthought, hurried, and without introduction or conclusion.

''Oh and girls, if you start feeling any kind of attraction towards a (female) friend, don't worry. It's just a phase.''

And that was it. 

No '...most of the time.' or 'And if it isn't, you still shouldn't worry because that's okay too.'

Had she said it today, to my sixteen-year-old face, I would have laughed at her.

But at the time, I was thirteen and lost, and scared, and confused and alone, and she was an adult, a teacher, so I believed her. I spent the next two years of my life not understanding what was wrong with me, and hating myself for not being strong enough to get over this phase. 

If I could, I would march right into that classroom and punch that idiot teacher's eyes out.

I would walk up to my thirteen-year-old self, take my face in my hands, look into my eyes and say,

''It's okay.''

Diane, the car is waiting

with your shirt tucked in and your shoes untied

her hands are as warm as mine are cold.

witchcraft & such

A watched pot never boils

Sarah Hermans

(image via sophisticated-simplicites)

You're sixteen

You're still young

don't panic.

in 2010 - w4w - 20 (concordia)

In 2010, I will find you. You are someone who's hand I want to hold while walking to class, who I could make funny faces at while eating dinner in a fancy restaurant, who would rather stay home on a Friday night and watch corny 90s movies while cuddling on the couch than go out. You can laugh, dance, cry, burp, study and play beer pong with me. And on Sundays we can just stay in bed and eat cereal all day. And when you're hair is a total mess and you're wearing your brother's old sweatpants from high school...I'll tell you that I've never actually seen anyone so beautiful in my life. I'll tell you that I love you everyday. 

I don't have the slightest clue who you are or where I will find you...but I promise you I'll try. I know you're out there somewhere...look for me too. 

Happy new year. 

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i want you

I want you so ba-a-a-ad