…I suppose not.
I used to kneel by the west window of my room and look over to the lights of Boston that blazed and blinked far off across the darkening water. The sunset flaunted its pink flag above the airport, and the sounds of waves was lost in the peretual droning of the planes. I marvelled at the moving beacons on the runway and watched, until it grew completely dark, the flashing red and green lights that rose and set in the sky like shooting stars. The airport was my Mecca, my Jerusalem. All night I dreamed of flying. Sylvia Plath
Superman and Paula Brown’s New Snowsuit? I read this as a child. I loved it a lot.
So I want to live mine. I hold this immense sadness that I will not though. Thats forever my biggest problem in life. Exaggerating about everything. I’m not sad because I may not go, but that I probably wont go.
To tell the truth, I want to be with the Werewolf. I think I scare him a bit though. Paranoia. Another life ruler. But its probably true. I always mean what I say but it does freak some people out because I’m passionate about what I mean and like to use strong words well knowing their definition at that current moment. It scares them. I hate it.
This also makes me sad; he’s almost like a fictional character, much too good to be true. But I know he is. Too genuine, in ways also like me. Now that’s scary. (But also nice).
I wonder if he even glances into my little more recently absent minded world. I’d like to think he did.
See, I’m always bottom of the list to everyone. Least important and last to ever be thought of if at all. Maybe I always take words much too strongly in both positive and negative senses, makes the downfall harder. I attempt to not invest too much emotion into anything but that’s much too hard. Just not who I am really.
Gosh, he is much too lovely for me. He’s actually perfect. Someone I could never possibly have no matter how much I wish. Goodness I must seem so pathetic.*Sigh* ah well, I just hope he knows I mean what I say to the full extent though at the same time sometimes I get my words a bit mixed up - over excitement.
I could go on forever really. But I shall cease here.
But I have zero inspiration. Sigh
(via cassket)
For a while I thought that was an arm.
HOLY FUCK SO DID I
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