lust and pain

i found that mixtape.
and i swear every song defined us so perfectly.
and if i was to make one now it would be the anthem to all teenage tragedies.

confessions:
(post anonomously)

"you said it. i feel alive when i'm with you. the exact same way i define life. because when i'm with you i really don't care about all the things i think and all my beliefs. because in those moments when i'm with you, or even just looking into your eyes, i know that no matter how wrong everything may be, there will always be something right and absolutely stunning."

i'm taking those words with me. and leaving you behind.
your heart was never in the right place.
and that is apparent.
hope she's better than me.
i just know i'm better than this.
you killed what was left of me.
thank you.

we will have the cutest apartment.
with a chloe.
and a coffeemaker.
and a big bed.
and a million bedsheets.
and a window.
and clothes all over our floor.
and cds scattered across the room.
and it will be perfect.

i'm so in love with you.
i'm so in love with us.

i wish that i could claim these words as my own, but they've come from someone that understands this world far better than i could ever imagine. in a time of disposable love and faith based upon circumstance, a time where we'd rather watch someone else's life broadcast on our television than take part in our own triumphs & tragedies, a time where i know that i'm not the only one that has a need that no prescription or product can even begin to fulfill. i'll never claim to have any of the answers, only the same questions as everyone else. take joy in being ignorant with me, for ignorance is bliss. i was once told that what seperates intelligence and genius is realizing how little you really know & what seperates faith and blindness is a thing called hope.