um... i forgot to say

i love you.

(L)

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

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