May 21.13. Chagrin d'amour.
“Whats wrong with you? What is it you want? Whats so special about me? I’m ordinary.” This couldn’t be any more accurate. Although I would change up the rest of the song.. But then it wouldn’t sound as happy. I think I realized that I can never be truly and fully happy.. I am a VERY social person.. I want and need to be surrounded with people who love me. Who...
Will you meet me in the middle? Will you meet me in the air? Will you love me...– Sister Golden Hair - America
True personal growth comes not when you feel the strongest, but when you are...– A. Clarke
Date a boy who travels | love story from the male... →
Ugh. Yes. Always.
Oh.fuck.me. Chocolate amaretto ice cream with marshmallows is an orgasm in my mouth.
andrewgibby: Glory is a word only the heartbroken know by heart.
May 10.13. I forget.
I hate feeling ill. I would say, “lets see if playing will make me feel better”.. But I haven’t played in a while. I think I forget what to do. :P Especially to myself.
One can only move forward from troubling past, by leaving it behind, stopping...– A. Clarke
May 8.13. The trash can.
Like a wad of crumpled paper. That used to mean something. Had all the words and all the thoughts, That occupied your cluttered mind. Aim at the trash can. Go for the three-pointer. Sometimes you’re better at actions than words. Perhaps that’s why they got thrown away.
May 8.13. Think...
That’s all I can do. To get rid of a sinking sensation. De-cloud my conscious. And show me the light.
May 7.13. Morning sex.
I once read a poem. It spoke of your sigh, Whispering my name into my own mouth. How good it tasted. Now I know I can love my name, Because it comes naturally, Out of your mouth, Into mine. These thoughts and images, Make me want, That type of pillow talk, In the morning, When the sleep is still in your eyes. We barely breath a word, The only sounds are barely.. A groan. That...
May 6.13. Where have I been?
I have been working a lot more, and because of that, posting somewhat less. So time to get back on that.
May 3.13. Broken.
I had sat down to write this hours ago, while in agony from my ankle. Now I don’t remember what I really wanted to write.. Isn’t that how it goes?
May 1.13. The stigma of the big L.
Tell me, why is there always a stigma attached to Love, or rather the word Love? I believe that love is infinite. It has no beginning and no end. You are capable of loving many people, places and things! I love my mother, my grandmother, my friends, my cats, my dog, Costa Rica, my favourite pair of shoes… So why when another person comes into the picture it is such a weird thing to say...
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Apr 30.13. Nostalgia.
Driving around my hometown brings back so many memories. So many emotions. Some are light and happy, others dark and sad, but they are all welcome to my psyche. I miss this town. The way everything isn’t hurried. The way you know someone everywhere you go. The beach. The smells, the sights, the sounds. Everything.
Apr 30.13. Whats going through my mind.
Sometimes you feel unwanted. Unheard. Unloved. Unimportant. You have to tell yourself. You’re being silly. Childish. Ridiculous. Selfish. I often feel like I am alone. Unimportant. But then I remember. There are only 1440 minutes in a day. Thats only 86400 seconds. Not every one of them can be about you. <3, Lyss
As we grow up we learn that even the one person that wasn’t ...– Unknown
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Come find me on Fet. I dont bite.. unless you ask. If you’ve ever wanted to know exactly what my other side is like.. There are answers. And some journal entries… Meow.
Apr 29.13. If you didn't know by now..
If you didn’t know by now: I am not on Tumblr to see how many followers I can get. I am not going to reblog and reblog until my numbers go up. I am not going to write about things I do not know. I am not going to make you believe I have a perfect life. I am not going to make you feel bad for me either. I am going to generate followers (friendships?) slowly on my own. I am going to post...
Hold On - Holy Ghost Why do the good things...
No person is your friend who demands your silence, or denies your right to grow.– Alice Walker
Life has no smooth road for any of us; and in the bracing atmosphere of a high...– W.C. Doane
Apr 24.13. How hard is the fall?
You meet. Your eyes dance with one another across the table. Your mouths spit truths but don’t speak underlying desires. Your minds are thinking the same thing. “I want this.” By chance circumstances change. And everything starts to fall into place. Things are said that were only once thought. Words put to actions. “I want this.” Falling for him. Is easy to do. When...
Apr 21.13. Hellish day over.
So, I know I didn’t tell any of you yet, but this week I’m in the Dominican, soaking up some rays. Although the journey there has proven to be a test of my mental will power. Yesterday was my supposed departure date.. Which quickly took a turn for the worse. Little did I know my passport had expired last month.. Oops. My friend left without me and I was faced with getting a new...
Apr 16.13. Questions and answers.
Questions give meaning to answers, not the other way around. I asked someone a question today.. “If you could live one day in your life over again, what would you choose and why?” Immediately I thought of my own answer. One I have thought about everyday for almost 3 years. The last day I saw my Dad. I remember his smell.. Drakkar Noir.. wafting into my basement apartment. I...
A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said “So does God”....– Andrea Gibson From Jellyfish.
warcalledlife asked: why must you live so far away?
How much does a hipster weigh?
An Instagram. Mine: @lyssclarke
My tongue is the only muscle on my body that works harder than my heart.– Seventy Times 7 - Brand New
Apr 15.13. Oh so many emotions.
Sometimes I wish I could be a psychopath. Emotionless. Maybe a robot. Emotionless. Logical. I feel too many things. Lust, happiness, guilt, anger, frustration, satisfaction, empathy. You would think I would have exploded (or imploded) by now. These things I call eyes, have seen too much. Greed, lies, affections, obsessions, infatuations, hate, jealousy, insecurities. You would think I would...
Apr 11.13. Oh, fuck me..
Fuck. I’m sitting here, probably letting my shower run cold, but I had to sit down to write this while the feeling is red hot on the back of my eyes; seared sexual fantasy. Thinking about possibilities. Dirty, dirty possibilities. But exercising self-control is the name of the game. Teasing is more fun that way. Ugh.. Fuck me. Why do I torture myself? :P Oh yeah, because...
Apr 9.13. Whirlwind.
There’s a whirlwind, Inside my head. Spinning me in circles, Tricking me into flight. All senses engaged, But longing for more. The insatiable urge, Overload. Too much adrenaline, Coursing in your veins. Like a caffeine overdose, Up all night. Can you keep it up? Can you keep it down? In the night, All night.
Day 2 of song a day. The Heavy - What Makes A...
Apr 2.13. Song a day.
Decided Im going to post a different song by a different band each day, leading up to OSHEAGA 2013! First one was my previous post - Humans - Possession. Stay tuned kiddies. <3, Lyss
Humans - Possession Really digging their stuff....
Mar 30.13. Behind the lens.
Lately (in the past few weeks) photo shoots have become my life. Outdoors in the snow, indoors in home studios, professional studios.. Big spaces, small spaces.. In shadows, in spotlights. But one photographer has stood out among them all. He knows exactly who he is. He reads my writing, and is -what I assume to be- baffled and charmed by it. Not a lot of people understand my writing, but thats...
warcalledlife asked: perfect may be unattainable but thats your image of perfect. to someone else you can be perfect. perfect for them. their image of perfect.