Bright Neon Love

She’s the kind of girl who lets her mind play tricks, and will convince herself she is being followed by a ghost. She is waiting for someone, but she knows he won’t be meeting her any time soon.

Life and death, energy and peace, if i stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes, that I have made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it for having been allowed to walk where I’ve walked. Which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, in it and above…

I know I have a fickle heart, and a bitterness, And a wandering eye, and a heaviness- in my head, But don’t you remember.. the reason you loved me before?

—Adele

(Source: rozecook)

Devotion.

My heart is so full lately, so many powerful emotions running through these fragile veins and the longer the feelings sit unspoken the more then seep in and start to wear away at my sanity. We can feel as though we’ve devoted ourselves, our time, our hearts to someone but that doesn’t necessarily mean they can feel it or appreciate it or that they have to offer anything back.

There is something that draws us to certain people, that makes us believe that they are the one with which our dreams sit, the person who will open up the doors to cosmic, beyond this world love, affection and friendship. The truth is that we all love and we all lose and we all feel heartbreak beyond what we could have believed. There is always that “one”, that person who you devote yourself to and who you want to hold your hand through it all, but we can’t hold hands and build cities at the same time. Can people ever come back from that point where you realise the game is up and everything has been stripped away and altered and it’s not like before? Devotion stops, and is replaced by an emptiness and loneliness and searching gaze across the room for what once was. When your eyes finally meet, is there a spark of recognition or are you strangers?

Judging a person does not define who they are, it defines who you are.

So, now you’re not there
But your ghost still burns in the air
Finally above us the waves have come
To take you away

Forever is in the silence.

You’re going to discover that conversations are best at 4am. The heavier the eyelids, the sincerer the words. Those are the talks you’ll remember. It’s ok not to know the answer and silence is not awkward. It’s shared, so share it more often than not.

—Jeff Stuckel (via larmoyante)

In the grand scheme of things we have it so good and are so blessed. There are bad days, there is loss and tragedy and mistakes are made, but the fact that I can even type this, that I am sheltered and clothed and fed, that I have taps with clean water, that I am a student and employed and well. My choices are not dictated to me, my life is not laid out, I have no true awareness of poverty and tragedy and pain. I feel amazed, when I see or hear of people who rise above it all despite circumstance and the world they were born into which I can’t even imagine, which I can’t even believe is real. Inspiration is on such a higher plane, found in those who create their own light when submerged in a thick, drowning darkness. Strength is beyond me, I will never know it like some do. I believe in a better world, in sanctity and salvation, but do I have a right to when I have no idea what a ‘bad’ day really is?

Where did all the people go?
They got scared when the lights went low.
I’ll get you through it nice and slow,
When the world’s spinning out of control.

Afraid of what they might lose
Might get scraped or they might get bruised.
You could beg them, what’s the use?
That’s why it’s called a moment of truth

Believe in the impossible, thoughts become things.