{ and we'll play summer on repeat;

♥ precious.

la bella vita;

Cara

loves: black and white photography. poetry. vintage stores. thunderstorms. good ambience. fairytales. disneyworld. black kohl and fuschia lipstick. red and purple skittles. turquoise beads. icing but not cakes. might-have-beens. the dandy warhols. within temptation. automatic loveletter. mediaeval baebes. troy. interview with a vampire. the oc. making 11:11 wishes. purple glitter. mermaids. my-little-ponies. magic.

expertise: melodramaticks. eyeliner. laughing. goodbyes. hanging in there.

♥ music on, world off.

shh.

♥ scream(?).

live.

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♥ adieu .

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Thursday, March 26, 2009

hello, old friend. 6:59 PM

Yesterday somebody asked me if, presented with the opportunity and if your eyes were downcast and sincere and things were golden before,
would I take you back?

The very speed; the very brevity with which I replied startled me.
"No."

Caught after the word as it left my tongue, little alarm bells ringing really? really? really?
and I thought about it again, and I realized...yes; no. My answer stands.
That path was lovely but now I can barely see it for wildflowers swaying over the overgrown turnstile whispering "here lies what once was..."

It's strange, how every now and then little reminders peek with elfin eyes from dusty warehouse windows, but I'm okay with that I'm good at living with the past I am.

The best part is: it doesn't even hurt any more. I look back with fond eyes because we were so young(!) and how was I to know, I was only fifteen and everything I knew about love I'd learnt from glossy magazines.

So to you, no not you#1, you, the somebody who asked-- the boy with the dark acidwash jeans and the easy smile from hurting too much and the guitar on your knee;
remember what I said. Simple truth: ...be with who makes you happy.
I hope it goes well for you.

If I remember correctly, somewhere in my archives lies the line:
"...I believe summer will come again"
and it's true, I do still believe
just in a different way now.
Isn't it strange? And isn't it strange?

It's been so long, and I am so changed, and so doomed, and so happy for it!
One day at a time- that's the way I'm taking it, &

come Summer
I will be a living countdown
I will not talk I will tick the hours and the minutes and the seconds to twilight
I will breathe and the plumes I exhale will whisper "give us time, only time, only time..."
the world will run through my veins like technicolour caffeine.

that was then and that is dead and this is us and we are Now.