“the idea itself isn’t entirely executed until it’s finished.” i’ve been thinking a lot about generic words and feelings we have using those words. mostly how casually they come out of our mouths without the intended meaning. powerful words are too often used out of context and they become comparable to conjunctions. when did “sorry” become a conjunction? how do we compassionately express our feelings, sorrow, forgiveness, thankfulness if we’re abusing the words that define them? love? where do we draw the line on the use of these words? when are we ever really okay? sorry? thankful? pleading? words don’t belong to us the way we want them to. they’re only a crutch we have abused to say what we can’t express. maybe we wouldn’t be sorry if we hadn’t done what ever it was to be sorry for in the first place. words are to humans as letters are to words. there’s too much saying and no doing. i don’t buy it anymore. the honesty, sincerity and truth is too vague. 

whattajerk:

• Leopard print
• Avocado
• The acquisition of exquisite material possessions as a replacement for the quest for knowledge as a replacement for the quest for love.
• Breakfasts
• Holding hands FOREVER

not leopard print, but cats as actual human beings, literally speaking & coffee/rx more specific for a ‘breakfast’ meal

(via rosaley)

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost

what good comes of mocking somebody?

so here it is. you’re teasing & scoffing the things i say/do/post with some sort of desire/distress that it may offend me. well, i’ll save you a hot minute to tell you that it does not hurt my feelings. in fact, it makes me wonder why you spend time worrying about me, when it seems as though you have everything you want. you win. i’m no threat to you and your happiness. so for you to parade your barf-tastic life in a mockery of me is just vicious. i suppose this behavior some how puts you above me? what i don’t understand is, in what way does taunting me make you feel any better? i’d mostly just appreciate it if you got over it and left me out of the picture because the truth is, i’m not jealous. my life (specifically my blog) has nothing to do with you, i don’t even know you! so please. carry on. - if you have nothing nice to say, i would strongly suggest that you didn’t say anything at all.

ox

WHEN I HELD YOUR HAND
WHEN I HELD YOUR HAND
WHEN I HELPED YOU
WHEN I HELD YOUR HAND
YOU STILL WENT THE OTHER WAY
AND YOU WANTED ME TO STAY
WITH MY ARMS STRETCHING AWAY
WITH MY ARMS STRETCHING AWAY

ICOULDNT STAND OUTSIDE
CAUSE I ADORED YOUR FACE
I ADORED YOUR FACE
COULD IT BE THAT I AM THE SAME
COULD IT BE
THAT I AM YOUR MIRROR
SHOWING YOU ALL THOSE THINGS
THAT YOU NEVER WANTED TO FACE
SO YOU LET ME SLIP AWAY
YOU JUST WATCHED ME WALK AWAY
AND I JUST HAVE TO ASK
DO YOU KNOW YOUR FATE
DO YOU KNOW YOUR FATE

COULD IT BE THAT
I AM YOURS
COULD IT BE THAT
YOU ARE MY
MAJESTY

WHEN IT ALL COMES BACK
WHEN IT ALL FALLS INTO PLACE
COULD IT BE THAT
I DONT WANT IT ANYWAYS
COULD IT BE
THERE WAS A DAY WE USED TO LAUGH
AND I WANTED YOU BY MY SIDE
THE PERFECT MATCH
I DON’T UNDERSTAND
THE PERFECT MATCH