September 2010
“In life; we all have an unspeakable secret, an irreversible regret, an unreachable dream, & an unforgettable love.”
—Diego Marchi | Submitted by (-xsmiiles.tumblr.com) (via quote-book)
August 2010
The most memorable people in your life will be the people who loved you when you weren't very lovable.
(via raindropsonredroses)
“People come into your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. When you figure out which it is, you’ll know exactly what to do.”
—Michelle Ventor (via raindropsonredroses)
I am ADDICTED to your tumblr. and youtube. :) You are so unique compared to so many other people on youtube, and I LOVE it!
Awww thank you! that means so much :)
soo, i found you on youtube like yesterday, and you're now pretty much my fav guru/person to watch. and i'm working my way through watching all your videos. : )
that sounded super creepy :S buut i promise im not ahah.
awww thank you so much!!!
its not creepy! lol
y r u so awesme??:)haha
Eh, I’m not THAAAT awesome. Hahah
Left in redundence
palms stained with expectation
slurring lullabies
Naked hearts beating
Fumbling for slow silence
The desperation
Peasant wishbones
Shadows between barriers
Writhe in solitude
cerulean skys
scratching a gradient lie
looming beyond faith
crooked crescent moon
bleeding stars like December
fade from desire
Interlaced entwined
delicately broken lives
improperly ours
meghan, i love you. your videos are amazing.
xxx
Thank you so much!!!!
xoxo
I hadn’t known the rain until then
Maybe it was the way the moon filled your pulps like cream colored orbs. Engulfing the words I refused to spill from my chapped pink lips
Or maybe it was the way the leaves danced beneath my beaten’ up tennis shoes
Catching hold onto the worn laces, desperatly clinging on to their synthetic hide
Or maybe it was the way it smelled
Like raw sewage, musk and the third tuesday in September of last year.
Or maybe it was the way it echoed.
Like thirteen thousands bullets on a tin roof.
Like a blind harp treading aimlessly through the chasm.
But I think it was the way it felt.
Like a chrysoprase syringe mercifully eradicating your memory from my pale obsolete adolescent mind.
Like something new.
Things change over time.
Easy as could be.
8.20.2010
