December 2011
2 posts
Personal tumblr →
I’ve decided to take a more personal approach with my blog. I’ll be posting more on there than here. Xo
November 2011
40 posts
“come sleep with me: we won’t make love, love will make us”
– Julio Cortázar (via nirvanalove)
Mindset
What’s love if you cannot survive through the thick and the thin? How can you forget about loving someone cause of distance? I’m
Either naive,hopeful or dumb..
There
Are no guarantees in life.
But it shouldn’t stop you from living.
2:46 AM
Piece by piece
Thread by thread
Heart to heart
Beat to beat
Hand in hand
Eye to eye
Cheek to cheek
Hymns to hums
Rhymes to rhythm
Our love grew
And then it died
I’ve always wanted to hold you in my arms.
I wanted to kiss you.
I wanted to miss.
I wanted more than ever.
Than to have pure bliss.
It was all a lie.
You wanted more…
More than I could ever give.
I’m...
mariel-elisa asked: hey thur, thanks for the like! new to tumblr, check my blog out if ya get a chance? xx
love love love →
concrete jungle
you’re calling my name..
internships and a new beginning
just what I need
to create and grow into someone I’m proud of.
And Philanthropists die Too: Hidden Scandals from... →
phxlxnthropxsts-dxe-too:
Love is so fire fire is so magic you used to be a stoner now you are a drunk now you miss feeling but you love the nothingness that you feel now it is all you have i imagine you clutching onto it like a blanket at night Love is so fire spark it up and dream with eyes wide awake a…
I'll
Close my eyes and inhale in the crisp autumn air. My hands no longer belong to you. They lie gently folded in my lap. I’ll shiver into the quiet night alone. I’ll sit here wondering what happened. I’ll replay every truth that became a lie. I was blind. I wanted something more than what you could offer. I was a fool. A fool who cared. A fool who loved. A fool who will never regret...
October 2011
10 posts
escap-e:
She paints a pretty picture,
But the story has a twist, Her paint brush is a razor And her canvas is her wrist. She paints her pretty picture In a color that’s blood red While using her sharp pain brush She ends up finally dead Her pretty pictures fading Quite slowly on her arm The blood is not racing through her She can no longer do harm She painted her pretty picture But her...
I found love
When I least expected it.
I took the walls down that once guarded my heart.
I allowed my wounds to heal and took a grasp onto something real.
I love you.
Self-Portraiture - My name is Brian Sun Part. TWO
briansun: