I might be silent but that doesn’t mean I don’t know shit. I know where you’ve been hiding and I’ve been watching your dirty little moves, I might even know what your next move is gona be. I’m laughing at you, the laugh is on me, always have, always will. So step up your game, cause this is getting way too boring for me. I don’t bark too much, you see… but I’ll wait, and bite you real good, just wait.
All the stars are about to die But you don’t need to head inside I don’t want to change your life So please hold me tight tonight We can really use a cab, Don’t go out and crash your car I don’t mind bein’ a mess today, Just take me again
“I can never say what I want to say. It’s been like this for a while now. I try to say something, but all I get are the wrong words-the wrong words or the exact opposite words from what I mean. I try to correct myself, and that only makes it worse. I lose track of what I was trying to say to begin with. It’s like I’m split in two and playing tag with myself. One half is chasing the other half around the big, fat post. The other me has the right words, but this me can’t catch her.”—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via preambles)
“So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon… I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down.”—Sylvia Plath (via floralnymph)