"Swings rather dangerously between insightful brilliance and losing the plot entirely"- University Professor, 2008.




If this is like any of my
other attempts then
I’ll have more obvious
questions and need a lot
more wine. It’s been ten
years and it feels fine, but
I know you’re still sick,
so I’ll try to find maybe
another quick fix, while
behind the half-smiles
and pale eyes, you’ll be
getting worse, and I’m
digressing from it now
but I really need that wine.

But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

Ryan O’Connell  (via pinkmanwhite)

Such a sad, bittersweet quote.

(Source: splitterherzen)

Give me your hand


Give me your hand—

let me take you out
of mourning.

Follow me to a place
where we could
step of out of
woeful poetry

and into gardens
where there are flowers
hanging over fences,
and we could be
carelessly happy.

I don’t believe I’m
wrong but come
with me
and see.

Everything is very pretty indeed.

Everything is very pretty indeed.


Let us walk down
These cobbled streets
And drink the wine as passers
Pass and chant.
We’d kiss and fall in love
(Over and over) again.