cydney
yet what is love, i pray thee sain? it is sunshine mixed with rain. it is tooth-ache, or like pain; it is a game where none doth gain; the less saith no, and would full fain: and this is love, as i hear sain. - Sir Walter Raleigh, 1593
never a lender nor a borrower be
it still hurts to think about you
it seems like yesterday. i still remember you as if it were yesterday. the scent of your skin. the crisp sound of your ruffled sheets. the confused colour of your eyes. the sweet echoe of your laugh. it felt so perfect. it was perfect. but …
i fell in love once and i've never been the same since
everyone tries to do something different, but we all wind up doing the same damn thing
tracing the outline of your silhouette with my fingertips
breathe in every word, every moment, every second because one day a feeling of nostalgia will engulf you like a tidal wave and you'll be dying to have it all back again
in psychology we learnt how our memories aren't accurate. we reconstruct our memories when we recall them. so maybe i remember us so much better than what we actually were
so i've been thinking about this whole happiness thing, and i've realised that people tend to get lost when they think of it as a destination; when i get that job i'll be happy, or when i meet the right person i'll be happy.. but it's not a…
what is that? if we spend our lives searching for it we'll never find out. but occasionally we might catch ourselves smiling or laughing on our own or with someone close.. it's in those moments when you pause and understand the meaning, bef…
we're all a bit broken inside
some times you have to make the conscious decision to cut poisonous people out of your life to improve the quality of your life
reflecting with a glass of wine, feel pretty fine, it's that time to unwind and empty my mind
these days i can't seem to have a stimulating conversation with anyone. people are so vapid and unaware, it's time i started moving in different circles
these days i can't seem to have a stimulating conversation with anyone. people are so vapid and unaware, it's time i started moving in different circles
you can't resist what you can't have
the only emotions i'm capable of expressing lately are anger and happiness. what antonyms they are. opposite ends of the spectrum. how have i allowed my feelings to become so guarded
sat alone in my garden reflecting as the sun hides behind the trees, reflecting on the present and future, wondering what life will bring, where i'll be at the end of this year, how far i've come so far. i'm excited for all the good things …
our time is too limited on this earth for us not to be happy
i would rather know a little about a lot than a lot about a little. some people may get a degree in maths and be able to calculate the square root of yellow but that doesn't mean they are intelligent, they won't know anything about life or…
what defines us really? is it what we do, what we say, what we look like, where we are from or where we have been? our names dot define us, our names are an identifier not our identity. it's an untimely question with no right or wrong answe…
a strong, innate desire to travel
it's funny how all this technology has been created to better communication, but in actual fact it has made communication worse. everyone has become so unsociable and ignorant because they don't feel the need to explore anymore. quite frank…
who are we to say that people are 'crazy'. we put all these labels on people just because they are different from the norm. i think that everyone is crazy, some people are just better at hiding it
what if ghosts observe us and think to themselves 'what poor lost souls'?
not all that glitters is gold
we can give up or just accept that we are shitty people
it's hard for me not to be judgmental when i encounter so many ignorant individuals
is there something more to what we've seen before? (that's my poor attempt at a metaphor)
i just need some consistency
happiness is found once one has conquered ones mind,
genius and madness go hand in hand
we live in a corrupt, unjust, oppressed society, kept busy chasing the illusion which is that of money, distracting us from reality
they told us that dreams can come true, but they forgot that nightmares are dreams to ~ oscar wilde
i am starting to feel less, hurt less, love less, cry less. i feel less human because i find it more difficult to show my emotions. i've always been on to protect my feelings but now i'm wondering if i'm even capable of them
is a popularity contest. one in which i have no interest to partake in. good riddance. also an observation about facebook is that my iPhone capitalises it as if it is a proper noun, it's just a social networking site it has no importance an…
skin is such a fascinating thing; it breathes, it wrinkles, it burns, it bleeds, it tears and it still manages to hold us together.. yet it's so fragile
i want to be like water, i want to slip through fingers and hold up ships ~ michelle williams
'i regret nothing'. one day when i'm old and grey or maybe not so far away i want to look back on my life with not one single regret.
everything in life is a journey. life itself is a journey that's why it is important to progress and not regress. as cliche as it sounds i think 'never look back' is an interesting and true life philosophy to follow
no point being the richest bastard in the cemetery
some people are so poor, all they have is money
people are just people, they shouldn't make you nervous
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