I Don't Know
how I manage to incubate my thoughts sometimes.
how I manage to incubate my thoughts sometimes.
They say a picture paints a thousand words.
Dear Whoever,
23:17
Heartbeats Lyrics
by Ellie Goulding
One night to be confused
One night to speed up truth
We had a promise made
Four hands and then away
Both under influence
We had divine scent
To know what to say
Mind is a razor blade
To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me now
One night of magic rush
The start a simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me now
To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough
And you
You knew the hand of a devil
And you
Kept us awake with wolves teeth
Sharing different heartbeats in one night
To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me now
To call for hands from above to lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me now
To lean on
Wouldn’t be good enough for me now
-Ellie Goulding
In life, everything and everyone is replaceable.
Dear Whoever,
00:50
Could you kindly slow down just a little for me, please?
Dear Whoever,
20:49
"The important thing is to abide by the rule of threes. Either you see a woman three times in quick succession and then never again, or you maintain relations over the years but make sure that the rendezvous are at least three weeks apart."
Part 1: Lightness and Weight
Part 2: Soul and Body
Part 3: Words Misunderstood
Part 4: Soul and body
Part 5: Lightness and Weight
Part 6: The Grand March
Part 7: Karenin's Smile
Red Green Blue,
Dear Whoever,
17:28
Omg, the last time I hit this space was......... 10 december.
I picked you out
Of a crowd and talked to you
Said I liked your shoes
You said thanks can I follow you?
So it's up the stairs
And out of view
No prying eyes
I poured some wine
I asked your name you asked the time
Now it's two o'clock,
the club is closed we're up the block
Your hands on me
I'm pressing hard against your jeans
Your tongue in my mouth
Trying to keep the words from coming out
You didn't care to know
Who else may have been you beforeI want a lover I don't have to love
I want a girl who's too sad to give a fuck
Where's the kid with the chemicals?
I thought he said to meet me here but I'm not sure
I got the money if you got the time
You said it feels good I said I'll give it a try
Then my mind went dark
We both forgot where your car was parked
Let's just take the train
I'll meet up with the band in the morning
Bad actors with bad habits
Some sad singers
They just play tragic
And the phone's ringing
And the van's leaving
Let's just keep touching
Let's just keep keep singingI want a lover I don't have to love
I want a boy who's so drunk he doesn't talk
Where's the kid with the chemicals
I got a hunger and I can't seem to get full
I need some meaning I can memorize
The kind I have always seems to slip my mind
But you but you
You write such pretty words
But life's no story book
Love's an excuse to get hurt
And to hurt
"Do you like to hurt?"
"I do! I do!"
"Then hurt me."
Dear Whoever,
00:02
Today I learnt the progression of my Mixed Team Captain's Level of Intensity.
Yesterday, someone insulted the person I was talking to (not a friend of mine, thankfully) and said that in response to her conversation, I should've just said "Sorry. I don't talk to ugly people."
Dear Whoever,
21:00
Labels: conversations, life
"There's so much more than empty conversations filled with empty words."