I almost went to bed
without remembering
the four white violets
I put in the button-hole
of your green sweater
and how I kissed you then
and you kissed me
shy as though I’d
never been your lover.

Leonard Cohen

I liked it when he smiled

Also, I would have liked this is if it were a group of facebook.



Is it not shamefully true? I'm awkward most all the time though, so I guess it doesn't make too much of a difference.

Sometimes I have to hold myself back

from saying things to people that I so want to say but can't for fear that I'll stuff up the relationship because I'll freak them out with how much I rely on them to keep me, well, me. I feel like I should just dive in and be completely open and honest, because I'm not talking along the lines of if you can't be nice, don't say anything at all thread, no, no, I just want people to know how much they mean to me. It's strange to think what kind of person I'd be if I hadn't become friends with the people I have, or even who I'd be if the relationships hadn't developed the ways they have.
You know, apparently (according tumblr), scientists have proven that humans' brains are linked to each other through neuron activities, so there's a chance that if you spend all day thinking of someone, they may just be thinking of you too.. It's a nice thought, yes? I have to stop abusing the word 'nice'.
I think I'm grateful. Yes. That is a good word- I'm grateful to a whole heap of people and yet, I'm still a terrible friend to pretty much everyone I know; except for maybe my brother because I am so gosh darn kind to him, although tonight he did offer to share his blanket with me, so we're almostnotreally even.

I want to fall in love, damnit. I want to want someone so much that they become my enoughness.

I want to be wanted.




Unfortunately, I'm not so hopelessly romantic that that sweet picture will satisfy me. Oh well. You know what they say- it'll all be fine in the end and if it's not fine, it's not the end. But does the end mean death? What?!

Ricky Gervais: “Why I’m an Atheist”

“As an atheist, I see nothing “wrong” in believing in a god. I don’t think there is a god, but belief in him does no harm. If it helps you in any way, then that’s fine with me. It’s when belief starts infringing on other people’s rights when it worries me. I would never deny your right to believe in a god. I would just rather you didn’t kill people who believe in a different god, say. Or stone someone to death because your rulebook says their sexuality is immoral. It’s strange that anyone who believes that an all-powerful all-knowing, omniscient power responsible for everything that happens, would also want to judge and punish people for what they are.”

Amen.

Here is my Thought Of The Day:

I really need to put more time into posting and/or, thinking about stuff.
I have a lot of more pictures that can represent my Thoughts Of The Moment but I don't know if blogspot's really the place.
You know, if people stopped being sexist/misogynist/chauvanistic/a-female-who-is-against-male-rights-altogether-ist/speciest/racist/fascist/anything kind of -ist, life might just be sweet. To quote Ferris Bueller, who is my Confucius, "Isms in my opinion are not good. A person should not believe in an ism, he should believe in himself." And I think I just completely undermined my point there with him using the male pronoun there.
I have to pretty much restrain myself from pretending not to care and just being all like 'It's all good, bro'.
My friend, a capitalist with glasses and carnivore tendencies, just told his girlfriend he loved her. And she said it back. Isn't that adorable? I'm so glad young love exists even for someone so seemingly practical as he:)
Enough. I'm sleepy and feeling kind of bitchy.

Hay there robot.

I sometimes want to do this. Just to see what happens. And to see if there's anything I can pick out so that maybe any blackness will just go away.
I'm so scared I'm wasting my life sometimes. I waste my life being unhappy, so I cook a cake that everyone else in my family adores but, in my eyes, becomes the Cake of Too Chocolatey A Taste. Because you know, being vegan means you have "refined tastes" and are thus incapable of eating anything of richer substance than tofu. I appreciate tofu.
I went to a park today. It was empty and cold and so I left but that feeling just followed me and it's now sitting on my bookshelf. It's funny, waving at me. I suppose we are old friends.
Tomorrow I will be productive, I say. Tomorrow I will start on my homework. Tomorrow I will eat healthily and drink enough water. Tomorrow I will realise what's missing from my life and go hunt it down wherever it has been hiding from me.
I was going to do a whole hair post on how to dye your hair etc. etc. but I figure no one really cares. I don't care either as the hair dresser will be the one playing with the chemicals, not me. Isn't this an insanely lovely colour?



And this:



Perhaps this:



These are all stolen from the internet. It's a shame I can't claim to know the girls in the pictures.
I need to consume less caffiene. It makes me feel jittery and question whether life is absurd or not too much.
It's 12.25am. I wonder what the moon is up to.
Why does the internet never sleep?

you got them black circles round your eyes

you're moving in dark circles
dark circles show me your eyes
it's black magic with no perfume
you're all tv & white lies

move move move move
no rainbow all snow storm A trans lunar jezebel
your Stockhausen with pictures
ulysses in ugly shoes
move move move move

dark circles
black magic
dark circles
and white lie
black magic

dark circles
black magic
and white lies
dark circles
black magic

dark circles
no perfume
black magic
dark circles
black magic
and white lies

- Duran Duran, Dark Circles