— the five people you meet in heaven, mitch albom
—Milan Kundera
“I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.”
—Anaïs Nin
And I want to wake up with the rain
Falling on a tin roof
While I’m safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you
To come away with me in the night
Come away with me
In my tiny heart, I keep ginormous memories with people that are special to me. Here are two of the things that I have received during the week. It isn’t my birthday. It isn’t Christmas yet. These are just wonderful, sweet nothings—that I surely will treasure forever.
(And that’s more than enough.)
(Source: fuckyeahtattoos)
—Nothing Lasts Forever
It is so easy to see
Dysfunction between you and me
We must free up these tired souls
Before the sadness kills us both
I tried and tried to let you know
I love you but I’m letting go
It may not last but I don’t know
Just don’t know
If you don’t know
Then you can’t care
And you show up
But you’re not there
But I’m waiting
And you want to
Still afraid that I will desert you
Everyday
With every worthless word we get more far away
The distance between us makes it so hard to stay
But nothing lasts forever, but be honest babe
It hurts but it may be the only way
A bed that’s warm with memories
Can heal us temporarily
But misbehaving only makes
The ditch between us so damn deep
Built a wall around my heart
I’ll never let it fall apart
Strangely I wish secretly
It would fall down while I’m asleep
Though we have not hit the ground
It doesn’t mean we’re not still falling,
Oh I want so bad to pick you up
But you’re still too reluctant to accept my help
What a shame, I hope you find somewhere to place the blame
But until then the fact remains
