its time
I’ve taken the fall for you for way too long,
I feel slightly bruised, although not yet broken, this is not where i envisioned my life would go.now its time i let you know what it’s like when I’m not softening the blow.you know I like you but ofcourse you’d rather have someone thats hard to chase,I’m just a hopeless romantic that doesn’t like games,and you rather get tangled up and choked to death when he drops you.you said the words but you never put any meaning behind them, told me to go away, but always returned my kisses.
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recorded our first demo!
Our band name is We Dance To Fire Alarms
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I found an island of quiet desperation, and you breath me in, and you cave in my chest, running through the tunnels in my veins. such beautiful things are devasted and layed to waste. no time or space could fully help us recover, you wrapped me in desolation and i waited. redemption covered in crimson, your lips move in my despair. depressed in silk and velvet, your hands sink me into the grave beneath my flesh. caressing the memories of a once alluring face faraway from the static playing in your voice, wrap your arms around me, anchor me to a vision of false safety. you put your walls up demanding i break them, asking me to let let you in again without a reason, keeping me at away, not admitting you need me, only that you could use me. not this heart, not this time.
One of the most beautiful moments of the movie
“I heard what you said. I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.”
— Shana Abé
When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.
There are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn’t be one of them.
Anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is a waste of your time.
Sometimes it takes darkness and the sweet confinement of your aloneness to learn. anything or anyone that does not bring you alive. is too small for you.
