|Welcome to the strange things that go on in my head...|
Like I doLike I do by Le-PandaBear
I want you to believe in you, I want you to believe in you
To love you as much as I do
You're dressed in shame from pain you've given me
Though if you could forgive you like I do
I'm So GladIt's all overI'm So Glad by GambiitGiirl
Finally, after so long
I'm done, I let go
And desperately searching for a way out
I found it in you.
You found me, broken
You could see the pain in my eyes
You read my soul
You cured my blindness
You, the one who dried my tears
Who saw what no one else ever sees
Who understood, who supported
Who knew how to resucitate me
You felt my suffering
You heard my cry
You came and fixed me
You saved my life...
I'm glad you found me
Like this, out of the blue
I'm so glad you're here
I'm so glad you're mine
And now that we're alone
Two souls becoming one
There is a love in me, raging
Dying to happen.
Do i or don't i ?Do i or don't i ? by Kecha98
Would you just listen
I get it!
I know Im not Damn bloody perfect as you want me to be
But in trying so damn hard
And if thats not enough for you
Then I dont know what Ill do.
I have already changed myself so much for you
And its still not enough,
If I change anymore I wont be me.
Is that want you want?
If it is Ill do it
Mum, dad I dont want to be a failure to you, or the family
So I will change, not matter how much it hurts
. I just need your love
UntitledI stand on the ledge. The entire city is spread beneath me, a massive, throbbing, pumping, beating organism, which in my many years I have seen grow from a couple of houses strewn on a patch of dry land.Untitled by yberry
It would be romantic to say that I am the city. After all, we both grew together from nothingness. But you could never tell these days. My sister, the city, grows, her pulse steadily quickening as she bursts with life at the seams. While my memories at times still recall vivd sensations of days that were, that I lived fully, my skin is crumbling. My body is a rotting shell that cannot be husked because I am inseparably contained within. Looking at me, you can no longer see the vast expanses of life I have lived. All you can see is death consuming me - a creeping plant shooting out vines of lifeless weight as the idea of me as a person underneath erodes into dust.
My future is spent, and now time gnaws away even at my present.
I step forward. As I fall, the years are gently peeled back
"You know I think it's strange, just a little bit deranged, that you think I'm gonna change to make you happy." - How Strange - Emilie Autumn|
"I don't wanna watch you wither when I know I could make you bloom. And I don't wanna watch her lead you into the gloom..." - Stupid Snake - Japanese Voyeurs
I am an occasional writer, a vaguely regular photographer and a music obsessed mad scientist. Final year ecology student to be exact. Baby turtles are one of the cutest things on the planet. Canoodle is a good word, but not as awesome as appendage, which may or may not be my favourite word. I watch too many documentaries for my own good and have a habit of spouting random bits of information at people (which may or may not be relevant to the current conversation). I have an obsessive love for Dr Marten 1460oz boots (especially the lime green ones), stripy socks and monsterkookies' amazing jewellery. I love gigs but have a phobia of crowds, which is not the best combination. Anything else?
My LAST.fm account, if you're at all interested in my music tastes: www.last.fm/user/IATSATH
My blog, full of my ramblings about bands and other random shit: iatsath.blogspot.com/