This is so sad. I miss her, but I shouldn’t. I mean I don’t have the right or position to care for her. All I can do now is hope that she stays safe. Do I love her? Yeah, I’m positive of that. Though forever in her eyes, I’m only a friend to her. She doesn’t understand what I feel, this urge to see her smile, listen to her talk and watch her try to make an awful joke. These are the things I want to do for her everyday. Make her smile,laugh and just sit there, while I appreciate our time together. We don’t need to talk, we could just watch the sky or count the stars, as long as that unexplained thing between us that makes every second feel like days or that syncing feeling when our thoughts converge with one another, we just look at each other and smile… Happiness is what I think it’s called.
(via so-long-sunlight)
what the actual fuck
im laughing so hard
that escalated quickly
IDO NOT KNOW WHAT TOFEEL RIGHTNOW
A song from my friend, I think it’s awesome.
I felt the urge to write something at 12pm, then I got done putting together this demo-thing of it 7-hours later. It’s demo quality since I didn’t (and couldn’t) mix the audio things that much, and that’s because my earphones are still broken :(
And as for the lyrics, I don’t know. I was just typing down what my brain had so… *shrugs*
“Lost Boy Syndrome” - River Strauss
I’m a kid in a dreamworld in my head
The realists haven’t gotten to me yet
On the clouds, I have my unmade bed
Where I sleep too much, cause truth be told,
I’m scared to death
I find myself in the frightening dark
Hearing familiar voices that tell me that
I shouldn’t set my hopes up this high
And I should rid my brain of what clouds the eyes
Well I’m not the type to disregard
Reality and fact
I just want some of my few good thoughts
To fight back all the sad
So leave me be
To naive dreams
Of golden hearts
That won’t deceive
Leave me be
To childish dreams
Leave me be
Leave me be
Leave me be
Just leave me be
This proverbial winter gust
Blows out the fires that keep
My blood running through me
And staying in me
If it’s through another routine week
These weak knees will meet the floor
I’d say I’m some kind of paradox that struggles hard to walk
Constantly crawling back from “square two”, tired as fuck
But I’ll keep my chin up, despite this plight I have
A quivering conviction, contradicting all I am
All I can say is growing up’s no fun
(Source: SoundCloud / riverstrawslol)