January 2009
20 posts
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“People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of...”
– Neil Gaiman
it's like watching a carcrash
don’t tell me this is the part where all the sad songs make sense once again.
How much of our lives is lived inside our heads?
I’m glad it’s not real, sometimes.
sleepyhead
Downstairs my father’s bad mood seeps through the dining room windows and spirals upwards till it reaches the roof and it lurks over my bedroom/I want to leave and then I don’t because I’m afraid of losing what I used to have and memories are never enough/I’m so scared I’m always scared I hate being scared/I’ll miss my bed with the dip in the middle and the...
“Why do we fall, sir?
So we can learn to pick ourselves up again.”
– Batman Begins (via marshmallowtwister)
if only if only the wood pecker sighs the bark on the trees was as soft as the sky as the wolf waits below hungry and lonely he cries to the moon if only if only
“You build up all these defences, you build up a whole suit of armour, so that...”
– Neil Gaiman
we're houses without roofs
What will I be, I wonder, and will I still treasure the same things when I’m old? Will snow falling at night still make me as happy as it does now, and will I still eat cinnamon stars by the truckload and guzzle chocolate milk when I please? If I have a dog it will sleep on my bed and keep my feet warm in winter and I’ll take him or her to beaches where we can skip over the waves,...
cats tickle
The future. No, I don’t like the future. I make my plans and it always seeks to ruin them. Last September I swore I was starting a new life, the new Dani, independent, I wouldn’t need anybody save for a few choice friends and family members, I would be my own person. Boys could all just back off because I’d had enough of matters of the heart and being ignored is the easiest of...
what makes you so special?
I’d forgotten how insane it gets here, a constant flurry of activity and the house is only silent at night, the orange glow of the streetlights doesn’t reach my window. It tried so hard to snow while I was out this afternoon and I stared at the sky and willed it to keep trying. It’s so cold. I want more than silent pixels, I want to hear your voice and remember what it sounds...
the marshmallow twister is twisting.
I get scared sometimes, she’s dreaming at the other end of the coffee table and I have to check she’s still breathing. I panic far too easily because everything’s a big deal over here, one day it will be easier and I’ll be able to shrug and adopt that laissez-faire attitude I want so badly. What makes people care? When is the moment that you stop yourself and realise you...
“We pass the time of day to forget how time passes.”
РAm̩lie
that is the last time we take directions from a...
The trees are all frozen and the cold is seeping in through the kitchen tiles. My brother says French toast is rubbish but I know he’s lying because he thought it was called Spanish toast instead. I barely noticed the year change this time round, and I like being here but I miss my other life sometimes.