Punny Brewster

"In your life you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some that you wish you never have to think about again. But you do."

C.S. Lewis (via faerie-floss)

#alwaysreblog

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Listen to Entire Born and Raised Album for Free

jhnmyr:

click here to go to the iTunes store and stream the record now. Pre-order if you dig it.

I listened to the record last Wednesday on my flight to Los Angeles. Gave it one more go round before it went out into the world… one last little listen as being just mine. It’s brought me so much joy and company and peace, and I hope it will do the same for you.

JM

mayeeware:

(via deeplydubbed)

Gungor - Beautiful Things

I hope we all make beautiful things this 2012. Happy New Year, y’all! 

Thank you for people you owe so much to, you wish they’d meet someone who would make them want to be better versions of themselves.

Thank you for people largely oblivious as to how they could touch lives even as they’re just standing in place like unfeeling posts.

Thank you for people you think you’d give an arm and a limb for even if they don’t give you the time of day.

Thank you for people you’d always think the world of even if most everyone thinks they’re not worth it.

Thank you for people who teach you lessons by accident, who make you confront the ugliest parts of yourself that you come to see the beauty on the other side.

Thank you for people who bring you joy and the flip side of it plus a host of other feelings that validate your being human.

Thank you for people who share their lives with you not because they’re forced to but because they choose to.

Thank you for people you cannot help but fall a little in love with every time they do something completely random they’re not even aware of.

Thank you for people who make you so comfortable in their presence you don’t even have to try to be someone else but yourself.

Thank you even for people who make you wanna die so much, you have no choice but to feel so alive.

(Source: mayeeware)

10. Non-ending

This piece knew to begin with “Ang umiibig dapat umaamin” but it trailed off and jettisoned its purpose because it wasn’t sure where to go or how to end.

somuchfordepth:

smash-rum:

blueciano:

rskeep:

299neverdies:

commanderikari:

Tik Tok by Ke$ha, as read by Batman

I can’t even

oh my jesus christ

*dead*

Immediately covered my face and started crying.

wo oh oh. wo oh oh.

9. Dream sequence

Habibi, you were there, I almost touched you then I woke up.

It’s good that the air remembers you as often as I do. That way I can breathe you in even in sleep.

8. Love-hate

He hated having been found. It was somewhat disorienting to no longer be lost.

He hated that his walls, which took years of unfeeling to build, eventually crumbled because someone took the time to bulldoze it with repeated smiles. He hated having to surrender, give in, throw in the towel, hold the white flag. To smile back. Until it was all he wanted to do.

He felt betrayed by his own shadow, felt that his skin was no longer his because someone managed to get under it. He hated that his happiness is now predicated on another’s, and is now even more delicate. Mostly he hated having been proved wrong: No heart is immune when the time is ripe. Resistance is futile. The Vogons were right after all.

If she knew just how much he hated that he loved her, would she be able to take it?

Infinite misfit

Yesterday was a lunarversary for my new-ish job. It’s great so far but it does feel like I’ve been there two years instead of two months. The upsides are that the office has a certain ambiance, my production machine is an iMac, colleagues are friendly and smart, working hours are exactly 8 hours, the position has an air of importance, it requires reading all day, and pays waaay better. You can say work is a friend, with benefits. Ha!

The downsides are that my desk’s location has rendered me somewhat of a receptionist, having to greet (and not just “hi” but a full “Hello, how are you?”) everyone arriving because of its proximity to the main office hallway and door; colleagues seem to believe I am fresh out of school; there are six working days so I get one-day weekends only; having to read all day will surely eff up my 20/20 vision; I’m not sure (yet) when I get to take a vacation; I have to be so far away from my funny friends and my Choochoot. Oh, and there’s no chat client on machines BOO.

But I can live with that, just as I found I can live without Tumblring (or tweeting every little thing, for that matter) in the office haha. 

*some sentences deleted*

How am I supposed to grow up this way? All I want is some breathing room, and I want the world to breathe in. I’m sorry I can’t stand most people, sometimes not even the ones I came from, as much as I love them. Call me a bad seed, black sheep, scum of the earth. But I need to live as far away from everyone I know. 

*truncated*

7. Pregnant pause

If my sadness didn’t have physical manifestations then maybe I’d be happier. So please don’t tell me to expend energy elsewhere because it’s as much work being sad as trying to be happy. Please don’t tell me what to feel because I have no more say on it than I have control over what you think. 

My mother keeps saying she was a happy woman while I was in her womb. Supposedly she mostly spent her first trimester reading and putting the radio next to her belly, exposing the fetus that was me to music. So she wants to claim credit for my present-day literary and musical inclinations.

But beyond that, what I’d like to know is if she was lying about the real state of her emotions while pregnant. Because either she passed on the anguish to the baby (and saved herself from postpartum depression) or her musical tastes hewed to the depressing kind that is all my MP3 player knows today. But they’re all on pause because I’m too sad now to even listen to sad songs.

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6. Prayer

Please take me back to innocence, all the way to the time before I knew enough to wonder why we have to live through hell to get to heaven. 

4. Wishy-washy

I wish you could’ve told me. When I still wanted to hear it, when you needed to say it before it roasted you alive. I wouldn’t have laughed at you. At least not in your face.

I could’ve asked just before the end, just before a new beginning. But there’s such a thing as self-preservation.

I could’ve told you. Not in so many words that went around and around, not in small talk that wasn’t sure what it wanted to say, not in a series of stop-starts and dotdotdots. Just point-blank and straight up. Instead it all went down the drain.

I would’ve, too. Told you. I would’ve beaten the truth out of me myself. Would’ve demanded it to stare me straight in the eye before you could look down. I’d have loved the privilege of not having to deflect the fire in your eyes. For once. To have you smile back, finally, because of the non-weirdness in the air.

I wish I knew since when, why or why not, and how could you? Or, how could you not? I’d been ready to play the part of a living, breathing self-help book laying your superlatives at your feet.

I don’t know what hurt(s) more: unrequited love or lost love, or love that denied itself. Love that knew but chose to ignore and instead stayed away. Love that burned long and burned out too soon.

I could rewind the tapes of memory to count every charged moment that you fed off my presence and I fed off yours. But I’m not going to. But there were some crazy things I’ll never admit to having done (induced by a certain high you caused), not least of which was a mad desire to be desired.  

I wish you could’ve given me an afternoon. I could’ve given you forever in return.

But not anymore.

It’s a shame that sometimes what can make you come alive is the same thing that can almost kill you. 

This is not a love letter. 

It is a letter for a lost love, and it refuses to be called what it is.