Sincerely, Eliza.

-I'm at the same place in my life I've been for years. The place where I drink too much coffee, write too much melancholy poetry, and lose too much sleep. The place where I am amazed by the sunrise, and the sound of your guitar from the other room. The place where things are always changing.
I'm very comfortable here.

I hope you enjoy Oz.

“I’m a tin man, really. But I feel things sometimes because some douche wizard decided it would be a good idea to give me a heart.”

I don’t know what to say that could possibly make it any easier to come to the realization that sometimes the people you know become the people you knew and you may never get a chance to see them again. Sometimes fate puts people in your life for reasons you can’t even begin to explain, but give it a month, a year, a decade or so, and maybe, just maybe you will. 

I don’t know what to say that could possibly make it any easier to realize that you didn’t make any mistakes or regrets, but regardless you are always going to miss people when they go.

I can hear the ‘tick-tock’ of my clockwork heart echoing within the tin walls of my chest, and I’m alarmed at how it sounds more like crashing than beating.

There’s no distance that I wouldn’t cross to make you feel a little less alone.

—-Walk Away, The Scene Aesthetic.

How To Ask Someone To Let You Love Them by Gabriel Gadfly

gabrielgadfly:

I think you keep secrets under your skin
like trees keep rings and do not know it,
like the sea teems,
like dark and quiet space
keeps every ray of light
the stars whispered to one another
when they were still young
and dying to make love.

I think you keep secrets in you
like the desert keeps sands,
like sleep keeps dreams,
like cities keep sleepless people
and people looking for sleepless people
to fall asleep next to.

I think you keep secrets
like secrets want to be kept,
and I want to learn them all.

This poem © Gabriel Gadfly. Published Apr 20, 2012
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Fun.

—Some Nights (Intro)

As usual, I find that I feel far too much, or not at all.

Some nights it’s exhausting.

The basis for figuring it all out is throwing it all away and realizing the words nothing and everything were both made up by men as lost as the best of us.

—Chad Sugg, This Year and How To Survive It.

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“Not a soul has ever fully understood the way my brain ticks. But you, you’re different. You don’t need to understand it, you simply accept that it’s ticking. And for some reason, although our minds work in these completely separate ways on many occasions, together I believe they smile when we’re holding hands and talking about the next time this city will sleep just long enough for us to make a wish on one of it’s fallen eyelashes.” -Hear Me! Hear Me! C.S.

“Not a soul has ever fully understood

the way my brain ticks.

But you, you’re different.

You don’t need to understand it,

you simply accept that it’s ticking.

And for some reason,

although our minds work

in these completely separate ways

on many occasions,

together I believe they smile

when we’re holding hands

and talking about the next time this city

will sleep just long enough

for us to make a wish

on one of it’s fallen eyelashes.”

-Hear Me! Hear Me! C.S.

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“Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones. And I will try to fix you.” -Coldplay.

“Lights will guide you home and ignite your bones.

And I will try to fix you.” -Coldplay.

I don’t care if the Hunger Games is supposed to be a teen series.
It broke my heart anyways.

People and Things.

It’s the rooftops you screamed off, and the plains you ran through. It’s the words you cling to in every book you love. It’s the sound of the pen hitting paper. It’s euphoria in a crowd of strangers. It’s the ghost of a place you left behind, and the skeletons that follow. It’s the promises made and broken. It’s the way your eyes light up at the world. It’s the sunsets. It’s the way a heart breaks for bad news, and the way it keeps on beating. It’s the hugs that are given when someone needs them, and the hugs received when that someone is you. It’s the tiny dinosaur noises coming from the infant’s fragile frame as he sleeps. It’s the way your guitar sounded from the other room. It’s the chances that we don’t take when we should, and how they don’t come around again. It’s admitting you’re wrong. It’s discovering a new place. It’s falling in and out of love so many times you grow tired.

It’s the people, the places, the feelings, the moments, the entire UNIVERSE…and how it can feel so large and so small at the same time. It’s the moments, really, and how they define us.

Oh please, stay a while.
God I love your smile.

—Moon As My Witness-Angels & Airwaves

If this isn’t the pure, honest truth…then I don’t know what is.

His name is Will Stanford and he did this poem at a Portland Poetry Slam a friend of mine was watching. I strongly urge you to listen in on his words.