The heart on my sleeve bleeds on this page
This page is a jar of screams. You open the page, and the jar follows. Yet you hear nothing, were you listening all this time?
My name isn't important. What is a name but a label, what is a face but a stamp of who people think we are? Here are my inner stories, my feelings, my deep pains that I no longer must keep from bleeding out. They gush, I sigh, I'm relieved. Here you can find out who I am, no name or face can express that.
Don't be fooled by the darkness, there is light in my eyes. I love talking to new people. These are my repressed feelings, so you already know a deeper side of me than most...why not continue the conversation?
(Source: theblindvisionary)
A Pair Of Eyes In A Blind World: Dear Future Girlfriend,
It’s Sunday night, it’s been a long day. I’m thinking we stay in, cuddle up and watch some movies till we fall asleep.
Here’s a secret though: I wouldn’t really be paying attention to what’s going on in the movies. I’d be overcome with the thought of kissing you tenderly but, as to not disturb…
"There is no odor so bad as that which arises from goodness tainted."
- Henry David Thoreau (via theblindvisionary)
