contradictions

contradictions i usually dont mind. there is no love without hate mystery without the known
heat without ice to create a balance is essential
contradictions i mind only when i get exactly

what i want
only to find out
that its nothing that i need.

House

Dr. Wilson: (over a microphone) House, this is God.

Dr. House: Look, I’m a little busy right now. Not supposed to talk during these things. Got time on Thursday?

Dr. Wilson: Let me check. Oh, I got a plague! How about Friday?

Dr. House: I’ll have to check with Cameron.

Dr. Wilson: Oh, that…she always wants to know why bad things happen. Like I’m going to come up with a new answer this time.

Dr. Cuddy: House!

Dr. House: Quick, God! Smite the evil witch!

-Skin Deep

beautiful

choice

'In all trust there is the possibility of betrayal.'

'Then it is better not to trust?'

'Without trust, there's no friendship, no closeness, none of the emotional bonds that make us who
we are.'

'And yet you put yourself at risk?'

'Every single time.'

every time my phone rings

VAST- Pretty When You Cry

VAST- Pretty When You Cry


Visual Auditory Sensory Theatre

I didn't mean to hurt you baby, but you're pretty when you cry

"Someone tipped the hourglass, replaced the sands with wine..."

Faces are deceiving.
She has an addictive smile, cupie doll cheeks and blue eyes that twinkle, yet the darkness beneath is sharp and hard. i am the alternative. She says i have cold beauty. Cat eyes and sharp jawline, a stare that goes through your chest. We both draw people in, but for the wrong reasons. I bring in men who think i am unattainable, but I want them to fill me, to transform me into warmth. She draws them as an outlet for the intensity that lies beneath.

"Fists in my pocket cause my words are my weapons"

I am always writing. My mouth is filled with words that fall out with every movement and every thought that only rarely get written down. Usually floating away and dissolving forever.

happy 4th of july

sonic booms over a maxfield parrish sky of pink
and blue.
glittering gold and dropping flares of blue, yellow, emerald
pink and white.
the lake reflecting every sparkle
in its ripples
and the scents of lilac
jasmine
maybe peony
filtering down through the canopy of trees and branches
and across the kids with their sparklers
screaming in the distance
down through the folds of my skirt
to my toes
buried in the dark
wet sand of the lake.