i am waiting for you-

andsheloves — Sat, 27 Feb 2010 11:18:26 GMT

"I must learn to love the fool in me--the one who feels too much, talks too much, takes too many chances, wins sometimes and loses often, lacks self-control, loves and hates, hurts and gets hurt, promises and breaks promises, laughs and cries. It alone protects me against that utterly self-controlled, masterful tyrant whom I also harbor and who would rob me of human aliveness, humility, and dignity but for my fool."

- Theodore I. Rubin, MD

andsheloves — Mon, 01 Feb 2010 07:47:30 GMT

andsheloves — Tue, 19 Jan 2010 10:23:40 GMT

villena, barcelona via here comes the sun.

andsheloves — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 08:00:50 GMT

source.

andsheloves — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 07:54:00 GMT

You wake up with a list of all the people you'd rather be. But you're already on everyone else's list.

- I Wrote This For You

dear google, i love you.

andsheloves — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 10:07:10 GMT

andsheloves — Fri, 20 Nov 2009 11:38:45 GMT

A Working List of Things I Will Never Tell You
Jon Sands

When I said I wasn’t with another girl
the January after we fell in love for the 3rd time,
it’s because it wasn’t actual sex.

In the February that began our radio silence,
it was actual sex. I hate the tight shirts
that go below your waistline.

Not only do they make you look too young,
but then your torso is a giraffe’s neck attached to tiny legs.
I screamed at myself in the subway

for writing poems about you still.
I made a scene. I think about you almost
each morning, and roughly every five days, I still

believe you’re there.
I still masturbate to you.
When we got really bad,

I would put another coat of mop water on the floor of the bar
to make sure you were asleep when I got to my side of the bed.
You are the only person to whom I’ve lied, knowing

I was telling the truth. I miss the way your neck
wraps around my face like a cave we are both lost in.
I remember when you said being with me

is like being alone with company.
My friend Sarah wrote a poem about pink ponies.
I’m scared you’re my pink pony.

Hers is dead. It is really sad. You’re not dead.
You live in Ohio, or Washington, or Wherever.
You are a shadow my body leaves on other girls.

I have a growing queue of things I know
will make you laugh and I don’t know where to put them.
I mourn like you’re dead. If you had asked me to stay,

I would not have said no.
It would never mean yes.

today-

andsheloves — Wed, 18 Nov 2009 04:11:58 GMT

the awol hearts

andsheloves — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:34:52 GMT

Let's play hopscotch in malls. Let's drive fast with the top down. Let's turn up the music as loud as it'll go. Let's put a couch on an island in the middle of the freeway and wave at everyone on their way to work. Let's hug strangers in parking lots. Let's hand out secret messages at traffic lights. Let's make lists of all the things that make us smile and tick them off, one at a time. The world will carry on without you and me when we're gone. Let it carry on without us, today.

- I Wrote This For You

the absence of oxygen

andsheloves — Tue, 27 Oct 2009 09:47:01 GMT

Forget the air. I'll breathe you instead.

- I Wrote This For You

andsheloves — Fri, 16 Oct 2009 05:07:40 GMT

flatlined — Thu, 15 Oct 2009 11:58:29 GMT

source

the fun theory.

andsheloves — Sun, 11 Oct 2009 04:05:18 GMT

piano stairs.

the wet hair and eyes

andsheloves — Tue, 06 Oct 2009 11:19:51 GMT

You are a drop of perfect in an imperfect world. And all I need, is a taste.

- I Wrote This For You

andsheloves — Sun, 04 Oct 2009 14:12:28 GMT

"Everything was beautiful, and nothing hurt."

- Kurt Vonnegut

andsheloves — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:51:12 GMT

Touch Me; Lea Michele

andsheloves — Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:48:01 GMT

"I don't want to live. I want to love first, and live incidentally."

- Zelda Fitzgerald.

(via framboises)

the village it was

andsheloves — Fri, 25 Sep 2009 10:34:10 GMT

We’re a city of aliens. Pretending to be people we’re not until we’re comfortable enough with each other to be who we are. So only you know who I am.

- I Wrote This For You

andsheloves — Sat, 19 Sep 2009 04:00:32 GMT

(500) Days of Summer. ♥

this makes me happy

andsheloves — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 07:04:52 GMT

via say YES! to hoboken

andsheloves — Tue, 15 Sep 2009 07:00:08 GMT

source.

flatlined — Sat, 12 Sep 2009 14:38:43 GMT

I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow,
but through it all I still know quite certainty that just to be alive is a grand thing.
- Agatha Christie

the reason the willow weeps

andsheloves — Tue, 01 Sep 2009 13:10:16 GMT

It weeps for you late at night, when sleep does not come easily. It weeps for the one you miss. It weeps for the dreams on the tips of your fingers. It weeps for appointments missed and it weeps for the tears in your pillow. It weeps for the silence and it weeps for the noise. It weeps for formal letters where once, language was spoken as close to your ear as possible. It weeps for betrayal, intended or not. It weeps for the friends you once were. It weeps for the colours faded. It weeps for sunrise. It weeps for a death in the family and it weeps when a baby is born. It weeps for the last time you touched. It weeps for words that can never be taken back. It weeps so hard and so much and so often. So you don't have to. So you can carry on. It weeps for you. When you have run out of weeping.

- I Wrote This For You

andsheloves — Wed, 26 Aug 2009 12:32:45 GMT

Bright Star

andsheloves — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 14:32:53 GMT

Why should we build our own happiness on the opinions of others when we can find it in our own hearts?

- Rousseau