I can't stand this place anymore.
Goodbye.
If you find my new journal, fantastic, enjoy it.
I’m done with this one.
Drifting
I have two new goals for this journal.
1. Complete honesty.
2. No reblogs.
I need to start over.
This blog, this place, it feels over crowded. It is no longer beautiful. I can’t write anymore.
Tumblarity redesign (via ianbroyles)
From Here On Out
I will follow my heart. Write what I truly feel, no censoring. Thank you Demitri.
I need to do the same.
Dreaming is cruel.
Haunted memories are too hard to ignore. The sound of your voice is too menacing. The glimpse of hatred in your eyes cut me to pieces. Still. But even when I run, you still find me in my dreams. I can’t get away. I can’t get away.
It's strange.
Tumblr is catching on.
In January, when I first discovered tumblr, it was a world full of comforting strangers. I spilled my thoughts and my heart for everyone to read. It has changed since then. I sensor myself too much now.
It’s strange the way the world changes.
"Meeting and Passing" by Robert Frost
As I went down the hill along the wall
There was a gate I had leaned at for the view
And had just turned from when I first saw you
As you came up the hill. We met. But all
We did that day was mingle great and small
Footprints in summer dust as if we drew
The figure of our being less that two
But more than one as yet. Your parasol
Pointed the decimal off with one deep thrust.
And all the time we talked you seemed to see
Something down there to smile at in the dust.
(Oh, it was without prejudice to me!)
Afterward I went past what you had passed
Before we met and you what I had passed.
