Take me someplace new.

I could have this.

This kind of devotion. But too much has happened; the feelings just aren't there anymore. I'm not the person I was when I spun giddily around my room after that kiss. I'm not the pulled-together art kid I was during those two weeks. I'm not happy anymore. I'm not her. We don't fit anymore. I wish you could see that. I wish you would just give up on me because I don't want to hurt you like I'm going to. I hate this.

Stolen again.

"Still, I wonder if we shall ever be put into songs or tales. We're in one, of course; but I mean: put into words, you know, told by the fireside, or read out of a great big book with red and black letters, years and years afterwards. And people will say: 'Let's hear about Frodo and the Ring!' And they'll say 'Yes, that's one of my favourite stories.'"- J.R.R Tolkien

Stolen Quote

We all get tired, I mean eventually there's nothing left to do but sleep.
-Shelby Rock

Cigarette hush

I don't think I can keep this up.
I need a smoke.

Fickle.

I don't think I want to be with you anymore.
I just keep avoidingavoidingavoiding you.
How do I end this?

Branding.

I've always thought that the need for brand name items is absolutely absurd. I mean, who cares? Why buy a plain t-shirt or bag with only a brand name on it? For a ridiculously expensive price? It's nothing special. I don't understand people.

Elsewhere.

Wishes.

I want to be thin like this.

Wiki

Tragedy (Ancient Greek: τραγῳδία, tragōidia, "he-goat-song") is a form of art based on human suffering that offers its audience pleasure.

Paradoxical. Why do we thrive on other people's misfortunes? Why do we seek out pain?