HEY SIOFRA, reply please :’(
Going to read and drink tea.
Sorry for my tumblr being all sad and serious tonight.
You go so long without feeling alone; without feeling you want someone; without feeling you need someone. Then all of a sudden it is back. It has been dropping slowly like a feather all this time and now it is a weight upon you which you had completely forgotten about and were so happy without. That’s the thing about emotions, you can’t choose ‘em.
the-mightycupcake replied to your quote: Daisy put her arm through his abruptly, but he…
Isn’t it just the best??? :D also, I MISS YOU.
YES. I expected it to be completely different. I thought it was just all about Gatsby/Daisy but no, not so. SO good. On I move, 1 down 49 to go :D I miss you so much too, currently cursing my parents for not living in Dublin. Sad without you guys.
theycallmechangeling replied to your post: lavalse replied to your post: I’m feeling lonely….
I’m here! Replying to your text as we speak. It’s not my fault, I was watching the most heart breaking film..
I know you’re here sweetie, I was just having a moment of sad alone time. I wrote a poem and now I feel slightly better :) Continue with your heart breaking movie :)
He ambled through the field as the vagabond that he was without her,
her absence draining him of all of which he was capable,
each possibility in his life now a withered rose whose black petals wilt, faded from the cardiac crimson with which they once bloomed.
Either dawn or dusk it was that time when the world seems empty but for a soft blue light
everyone at rest.
He continued towards the elusive green light which emanated from just inside the opening of the forest at the close of the field.
Finally he was nearing the light towards which he had been wending his way for some time.
But now his steps were punctuated with pain,
stepping on shards of broken hope pricking his skin, his surety
bleeding with doubt,
the light now seemed lacklustre, perhaps better admired at a distance,
destined to be part of a cocktail of pain.
And so at last, he stopped. He had reached the end of the field as night fell.
As he reached his closure, he looked up at his now starless sky.
Death reached out for his hand, letting the cold take him,
the light extinguished itself.
Jay was at last in peace.
lavalse replied to your post: I’m feeling lonely. Someone talk to me. Pretty please.
hey sweetie, I’m here!
Thanks girl :) It’s nice to know there is someone, somewhere.
This is futile because y’all never do *sad face*.
alltowerswillfall replied to your post: I miss going out and getting inebriated.
you can always get drunk by your lonesome…
C’est vrai. I love the idea of getting drunk alone, maybe I have some gin in the cupboard…
I miss going out and getting inebriated.
theycallmechangeling is going to Paris in 3 days; 3 days lads; no joke. I was meant to be going on Wednesday but fate fucked that up, pissed on it, then walked off laughing with all my money. I need to sleep in her suitcase or hang out in Pigalle brandishing some thigh until a creppy 56 year old Monsieur comes and offers to house me platonically for a month. Reason tells me that ain’t going to happen. Which means I’m stuck in Belfast angrily ready books with a melancholy which increases softly with the turn of each page. Please, someone fix this for me?
Halfway through The Great Gatsby and I already feel so goddamn bad for him. He spends 5 years alone, throwing frivolous parties for people he doesn’t even know which he most of the time doesn’t fully take part in all with the hope that she will turn up, spending so much time trying to lure her in that he builds up a picture of a woman so perfect she is beyond possibility. He realises that attaining her is something so wholly ‘unperfect’. He exists but in his lonely quest for her and it is really sad to watch him be so consumed by it all knowing it will never fulfil his hopes.
The guy just needs a hug.
If I were to wish for one ability it would be the ability to reach through the TV screen and bitch slap Pete Campbell.
Why why why do I not live in Dublin? I’ve been home only 4 hours and I already miss it so much. I want to be with my friends and wine. Instead I’m home with my mum constantly telling me I need to volunteer somewhere, tidy my room and generally sort my life out. I should be going to Paris in 9 days but no, fate won’t allow it.
Managed to sunburn my scalp…