a wig wamm waum

There's something better wrong with you.

I can only hear the whispers of words said. 
I can only feel the judgment of hurt and resent.

I don't know who I am or who I'm meant to be with.

I don't know where I am or how I'm meant to fit in.

There's sun on my legs and it's kissing my arms,

But not one little piece will make its way to my heart.

There's too much to think with nothing to say.

I can't pass another day this way.

I want to be here and further away.

This is one of the longest days.

Show me how to behave and where to sit.

Show me how to be better than this.

one girl one boi and one big ass ocean

There once lived a boy and there once lived a girl and between them lived a ginormous ocean.

They didn't know about each other, the lives that were lived on the opposite shores. They each thought the ocean was their own special place, they had a great and deep love for it which they never really understood but every morning when they went swimming they felt as though they were part of something greater, something important, something that made a life worth living. Something to do with love.
And so they loved their ocean and their waves and their fish and yet they didn't know yet that they loved each other.
One day the girl grew curious about the other side of the ocean, she knew it had to exist but it seemed so strange to her to think that there was a part of her beloved which she did not know. And so she started swimming. Everyday she would swim as far as she could out into the endless sea, never really getting anywhere near the other side, for this sea was infinite and endless and limitless. One day, feeling horribly frustrated with her lack of progress the girl swam, and swam and swam until she couldn't physically swim anymore, she was lost in its immensity and had nothing inside her to get her home, no energy, no intensity.
Her fish came to her and asked her why she had stopped swimming and why she was letting herself float deeper down into the water, she was too tired to explain that she'd used all her energy just to get here and could no longer keep herself afloat... and the only word she could think of was 'love'. And the fish understood because the fish had always known, to them the ocean had so many limits and to the fish the the boy and girl were the ocean. so they carried her on the back of their school to his ocean. But the fish forgot, as fish often do, that humans need air and cannot breathe through the gills they do not have. And so they carried her all the way there only so she could see with her last breath the boy she had always loved and always known but never met.
And he saw her the girl he had dreamed of and wished for as she vanished under a wave, and his heart ached, and the beach grew cold, and the water icier and icier. The sky darkened and the beauty disappeared and the water froze... As did the girl, as did the boys heart.
The boy was so lost, as she was lost. The one he had spent his life waiting to meet was gone...
There was only one place the boys heart did not ache and that was when he was on the ocean and so he spent his days there skating, skiing, playing ice hockey... Letting the icicles numb his pain.
He sat every day and told the ocean stories, about his life his friends his love and his loss. And she heard it all, from somewhere deep inside the ice and although she was still frozen her heart began to melt.... and he felt a change, he knew she was still there waiting for him as he had always waited for her and so began his quest to warm the ocean.
He covered it in electric blankets, made it pots of tea. He tried using a magnifying glass... He bought a hair dryer, poured kettle after kettle of boiling water over it. He even tried switching to aerosol deodorant to try and increase the speed of global warming. But despite all his efforts he saw no results.

But things had changed. The girl, burried deep in the ice, had seen all he had done to try and save her and her heart burned with desire and love and lust and hope and intensity. And the ice was melting, and although the boy could not see it from the shore she knew it was only a matter of time before she was free.
And one day, as he sat by the ocean telling a story about his old friend the whale who had disappeared during the great ice-over he realised how warm it was, he saw that the sun was shinning and could see for the first time the changes that had been going on underneath the sea. He ran out on the ice in his big woolen socks until he found the weakest point of the ice and he began jumping and he jumped and jumped and the cracks began and the cracks spread and all of a sudden he was falling through the ice and he let himself sink down deeper and deeper until he was by her side. And they smiled. and the ocean thawed.
They were together and that was that. They and the ocean were at peace.

And they drowned... but they did it happily.

this story is for you

I'm gonna ride this plane out of your life again
I wish that I could stay, but you argue
More than this I wish, you could've seen my face
In backseats staring out, the window

I'll do anything for you
Kill anyone for you

So leave yourself intact
'Cause I will be coming back
In a phrase to cut these lips
I love you

The morning will come
In the press of every kiss
With your head upon my chest
Where I will annoy you
With every waking breath
Until you decide to wake up

I've earned through hope and faith
On the curves around your face
That I'm the one you'll hold forever
If morning never comes for either one of us
Then this I pray to you wherever

I'll do anything for you
This story is for you
('Cause I'd do anything you want me to for you)
I'll do anything for you
Kill anyone for you

-Coheed and Cambria

technicolor

In the world inside my heart and mind I can do anything I want. I live in a world where dreams and nightmares are real and where people are that which they love most.
I live in a world with never-ending bubbles and stories and pots of tea. Where every night you fall asleep to the sound of guitar and the sound of rain.
I live in a world where the wind blows and the thunder claps and everyone walks in the rain.
I live in this world. And that world.

Dear Lost Souls,

i love you,

If I could hold you close enough we'd never fall apart.

If we could dance on melodies the world would know Mozart.

But you have secrets in your world which I will never know.

And my world is made of that which I do not dare to show.

But lets just dance and dream and sing ... 
And tell each other everything.

In time reveal the things we did our best to hide,

My hand in yours and yours in mine as we let ourselves inside.

Because I would hold you endlessly inside my wooden heart,

If I could take your hand in mine and never fall apart.

(L) 

who do i get to be?

 

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boots

 

With lips and teeth to ask how my day went
Boots and fists to pound on the pavement
Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten
Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on

-vampire weekend, horchata

hip hip hooray

i love you

(L)

if i could... if you could

In this house of magic is my room of silence, and this room has a wardrobe... and in this wardrobe is a big white box with golden hinges.

This is my hiding place, don't look for me here.

This is where I hide the things no one else can see. It's almost full now, of loneliness, infinite never-ending sadness's, it's full of untouched grief and the words behind my eyes. I get up and place everything I can't face into the box in my wardrobe, and then I get dressed, practice my smile and I leave.
I leave it all there... which would be fine if I never had to see it again, but I face it every morning, and once that box is full I'll have no where else to hide it... and then the cracks will start.
People will see, and they'll ask, and they'll know, even if I don't say a word. They'll see that the smile on my face is cracked, that the corners waver... they'll know. And then there will be nothing left of me... No one wants to fix the cracks, they have their own problems, their own boxes brimming. Why should they deal with mine when they could be dealing with their own?

I'm just like everyone else. We're all the same.

If I just put one foot in front of the other. If I just stop spinning myself in circles. If I just make you see me, really see me. then this might all turn out o.k.

If I can make you to realise that you miss me, that you need me, that your world would be so much better with me in it, then I might be alright...

If you could just feel how lonely my heart is, feel how it shut down, feel how it doesn't know how to make things better.

If I could just get you to hear this cry for help...

Then maybe I'd make it.

But no-ones listening, no one believes a word I say, not even me. How can I convince anyone of anything if I don't even believe it myself.

I can do this. I'm strong, independent. I can go and buy some wood, a hammer, a nail... or 8.
I can make myself a bigger box. And a bigger smile.

Do you see me?

bend or break her

the girl who never slept

When day becomes night and things become quiet, there's one whose eyes blink and never get tired.

This is the girl, the girl who never sleeps.

She uses her nighttime to plan and to plot.
She uses the darkness to see things aloft.

There's something inside her that seeks out your screams.
She takes them and places them inside of your dreams.

She plays in a world where no-one has friends,
A place where there's chances and tethers and ends.

This world won't exist in the harsh light of day,
But when the shadows creep over it's time to decay.

This is the girl, the girl who never sleeps.
This is the girl, the girl who never weeps.

She'll steal your heart to wear as a glove,
Laughing at you from up above.
Because this is a girl who's never known love.

part 2: tiny little windmill

In the middle of the night the princess was woken by a terrible noise, it sounded like a howling wind, rustling trees, creaking doors. She jumped up and ran down the many flights of stairs from her room to the front door of the castle, but when she opened the door the noise stopped. She ran down into the valley and saw that although the windmills still stood motionless it was obvious that they had moved. The wind had been here, but where had it gone?
As she stood staring bewildered at the valley, she felt a change in the air, something was different, but she could not figure out what is was. She curled up in a ball and fell asleep on the hill, too scared of missing the wind again to go back to her bed.
When she woke in the morning she was startled to see a young man sitting not far from her, staring down into the valley.
Her jaw dropped, she was mesmerized. He was with a doubt the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She crawled over to him cautiously and stared. She wanted desperately to say something, to tell him her name, to learn his. She wanted to ask him why he was here and where he had come from. He wanted to know what he was thinking in that moment and in all of time. She wanted to know everything. She furrowed her brow in frustration and tried to think desperately of something to do, to make this ok, some kind of symbol to make him understand why all she did was stare. As she fought with herself and her decision the young man reached out and held her hand. He placed it on his heart and let her read it. She felt all his feelings and knew all she could ever know about another human being. She lifted his hand to her heart and let him do the same.
She was loved. He was loved. No language could ever replace the feeling of total contentment and unbelievable happiness that came with their silence.
They walked back to the castle and began piecing it back together, restoring it to it's original beauty. The princess was glad not to have to rule the kingdom alone anymore and was happy to share her life and her heart with her prince.
Together they had built a new life together, a beautiful and strong life... until one day, as the princess was out walking in the sun a light breeze kissed her cheek, then the breeze turned into a wind and the wind into the gale. She ran to the valley calling her prince as she ran and she found all her windmills turning and spinning with joy.
They held hands as they stood by the valley and they both knew then that it was the wind who had brought them together. Who had forced the prince into the princesses kingdom with its terrible howling gale.
Time went on and the princess couldn't have been happier, she felt her life was complete, she spent her days in her prince's arms and when she could find the time would skip down to the valley and talk to the wind and tell him how content she was and how she could never thank him enough for all he had brought her.
The wind however, was not so content. A little ball of resentment had been caught up in its breezes and every time the princess brought the prince down to the valley it got worse, and every day that passed without a visit from the princess it grew bigger. The ball grew and festered over time until eventually it took hold of him and he began blowing the princess and the prince around the kingdom.
The princess, sensing that something was wrong as her feet had barely touched the ground all day, went down to the valley and sat with the wind. She sat all afternoon and all night. The prince, worried, brought her down some food, and as the night wore on a blanket and then a pillow. He wanted to sleep on the hill with her but the wind howled loudly and violently every time the prince neared the valley.
She stayed on the hill for days, talking to the wind, reconnecting. The wind blew through her heart and told her of his pain and jealousy. She sat and waited, hours, days, weeks, as he told her of the trouble in his soul. Then, at the end of the 17th day he read in her soul what he had been searching for. He saw the flame, the undying, unfaltering love she had always had for him.
She went back to the castle and spent the night with her prince, she lay in his sleeping arms and wept. Just as the sun was making it's way into the sky she crept down the hill to the valley.
The wind greeted her cheek with a soft breezy kiss.
She stood on the edge of the valley and began to scream. She screamed silently and loudly, with love and with sorrow. She screamed into wind until slowly she began to dissolve. She screamed and her toes began to disappear, her finger tingled and drifted into nothingness. She was becoming one with the wind. She screamed and screamed until the last fragment of her mouth joined with the wind and they sailed together through the valley and out into the world.
When the prince awoke and saw his princess was gone he walked hesitantly down to the valley, he noted how eerily silent everything was, not even a creaking door. And when he reached the valley all he found a single windmill, standing motionless, waiting for him.