The world spins constantly, And I am only a passenger, Set along on this journey destined. Never looking upon moments hesitantly, As fear controls only the weaker fewer, Whilst my heart dictates it’s courageous errands. - To never look back, To explore forgotten tracks, To witness new sights, To see for distances beyond, To speak foreign tongues, To explode, To live, To love, To...
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue… She’s the real...– Girl U Want: DEVO
“Is the honeymoon period over?” My friend asks me whilst setting up his cymbals in a fresh rehearsal space. Is it meant to be? I don’t understand the question, maybe because it conflicts me in so many ways. Is there a period in every relationship where the happiness ends and “living” begins? Is relationships meant to slump into something that is not fun and...
…this is a .44 Calibre love letter straight from my heart– .44 Calibre Love Letter: Alexisonfire
Her skill and photography style is beyond anything anyone can ever grasp and achieve. And in that moment, I was her subject. Even though it was just to test the lighting and film stock, the shot has become timeless, a shot of myself taken from the girl, a shot from one of the greatest women I’m lucky to share time with. Thank-you inaninstant. This heart is no longer missing, and the...
Now the bed’s too big without you– The bed’s too big without you: the police
Their dreams and aspirations were said silently between themselves in the middle of the night, lying on a red plaid picnic blanket underneath the slightly cloudy sky in a park by the tranquil water and swaying docked boats. Only the brightest stars were visible, since they were basking in the light pollution this great, beautiful and large city emits. But the picturesque backdrop really didn’t...
It’s just what I want. There is no exceptions. Romance. Love. Life. Who knew from so little, could impact so much. -heart missing?
Too late tonight I’m gone, You’re miles ahead And I’m...– Tonight, I am going to wash the hippy: alexisonfire/moneen switcheroo split ep
Returning to sender
The postcard reads: “Can you believe that I am here at the greatest beach on earth, but I wish you were here… maybe because I have lotion and no way to put any on my back. I guess the image of me in a bikini without lotion at a beach should be more than enough reasons to kick yourself. Love. Xxoo.” She was right. He was kicking himself. The long distance relationship that...
…love is the new hate– Love is the new hate: Shihad
‘I’m sure he has one, I have one too” sighed the secretary at her co-worker whilst staring lustfully at the new recruit on the other side of the office floor. She was casually looking over him install his belongings into the cramped space they constructed for him, she didn’t really consider him at first, but then she noticed a few things that could not help but catch her eye. The first item was a...
This is the very first time I’ve done this, but I think it should be done. Please recommend “Happiness lost? Heart Missing?” blog in your Tumblr pick for this Tuesday. http://www.tumblr.com/directory/recommend That would be fantastic. It would make my heart swell and think of you in an even better light, as almost angelic. Thankyou - Heart missing?
I want to touch your heart I want to steal your soul Just like you stole...– The way I feel about you: the (international) noise conspiracy
She is the moments of pure joy, The fables of days long past, A beautiful story told in dream states. From the very beginning to this very moment, It all becomes the passages of the greatest story told. She is the solid foundations I depend, The warmth of heart I lament, The chapters that read easily and poetically. Nothing more can dispute what it is that makes her ideal, Whilst nothing else...
Canta y no llore– Cielito lindo
I took to love from a very young age, whilst all the other kids were playing war, I was thinking of love and my heart. Looking back at it now, I technically became the smallest romantic in the world at the tender age of 5 years old. The year was 1990, and I was in kindergarten at St Marys Primary Catholic School in the town of Liverpool, on the fringes of the rough Western Sydney, and I was...
Make your best bow to her and bid adieu, Then, if she likes it, she will...– On fame: John Keats
…she loves me, even if it’s nothing said.– She loves me: the Descendents
The dial tone seemed to ring out for ages, almost what felt like an over dramatic eternity, each sound pulse that rang out in the ear piece made her jolt slightly. Shell shocked she felt at the urgency her frazzled nerves carried, she was hoping he would answer. Who was he? Her best friend. That guy. The guy that was there every time. The guy who asked for very little, and offered all. The guy...