I have just finished watching American Psycho and it has moved me. Movie’s usually move me emotionally because I am sensitive, but in order for one to move me intellectually it takes something special. When 2012 began I made a resolution to learn more about my self and to better myself. I feel…
(Source: lavagittarius)
It’s not everyone who can apply clear, reasonable logic to every situation, and retain the happy faculty of believing things will get better or else deciding to accept them for what they are. This girl will never lie to you. Sometimes, you may wish she would…When you want her to do something, ask her. Don’t tell her- she enjoys being protected, but she doesn’t want to be ordered around. How she feels and what she thinks are identical with how she acts and what she says…Her heart is defenseless. It falls down and gets bruised quite often…The travel bug will always be nearby to give her a case of wandering fever…When she’s really hurt, her tongue can be bitterly sarcastic. But she’ll forget what she said almost before she’s finished the sentence, and she won’t understand why you want to dwell on it…Almost everything she does is done with grace…No one entertains as graciously as a Sagittarian woman- there’s a quality about her sunny, outgoing friendliness that makes people feel deeply welcome.
As long as you let her call her soul her own, and don’t make her feel tied down, your Sagittarius woman will give you a triple bonus: her loyalty, her trust and her affection. The three are inseparable, because when she gives her love, her friendship trots right along beside it.
She fell in love with you many years ago, when she was a little girl and wished on the new Moon for someone to share her honest heart. There were lots of times when she thought she had found you and was disappointed. But when you finally came along, she knew you right away, because you were a gentle clown with a dream or two of your own who took her hand and showed her the way to the stars.
(Source: dandystarz)
I apologized. I confessed.
Now the contentedness of life surrounds me.
I am going to just be.
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I had waited eight years for the moment. That one chance I knew the universe would allow so that I could experience you. We spoke in words so precise, for each other, that I will never hear again. It has finally hit me that I will never taste your whiskey breath again. I will never feel your body violently jump while you dream again. That time is gone now, and where is my proof that it ever existed? Cold electronic words stored in my phone. If only I were as lucky as you to have physical confirmation.
I am older now, and I realize that I loved you. From the age of twelve to twenty, I loved you. It is no more, because you are not who I fell in love with. I am disappointed in your current self.
I weep for who I love, because he is dying.
“You are attracted to dangerous love affairs, as well as impossible love, and concealed feelings.”
His voice reminds me of the sound of a wax paper kazoo being played.
His fathers voice reminds me of someone slowly pulling back the bark of an enormous tree.
I think that’s why I have a thing for you.
.
I’m weird.
I know I’ve been weird.
I want you.
On no certain terms.
I’ll bring you fishes.
I’ll bring you patches.
I’ll bring you animal bones.
[I don’t know when my life will be over.
It could be soon or not.
If you want me, say you want me.
You’re not the only option I got.]
I’ll play my guitar for you.
I’ll sing country songs for you.
I’ll cuss motherfuckers out for you.
I’m weird.
I know I’ve been weird.
I want you.
On no certain terms.
I don’t want to run away, but slowly wander off somewhere.
Somewhere there is a field of tall,
golden grass waiting to be walked through by me.
As a sun is setting and that sweet, dry smell fills my nostrils to roll down my throat.
I don’t want my folks to worry, or anybody else I love.
Somewhere there is a mountain side,
a rocky clearing for me to make a fire.
To make my camp and listen as I hear the nothingness of being whole.
Sometimes I want a love to come with me, or find one along the way.
Somewhere there is a cave that is at level with the sea.
A storm is raging.
The chaos I would be happy to let embrace me
soothes the places in which I’m surely cracked.
The sound, not the sea engulfs me.
I get so emotional over trivial things, but during that time I write the best things I’ve ever written.
I’m truly hurt and upset for that sometimes brief, sometimes overdrawn, period of my life.
Then I look back and laugh at myself for being such a silly child.
I’m not embarrassed to have felt the way I felt.
I make use of that time and capture whatever I was feeling in a song.
When I’m playing the guitar and singing, I feel like I’m conjuring up these old peices of myself.
So I cannot be frightened or ashamed.
I feel steadfast, though when I replay the emotions through my voice; I am the way I was when I wrote it, temporarily.
You have to be rooted man, grounded.
I don’t think anyone could ever fully understand, but I’ve got myself for that.
That’s more than most folks can say.
