Office by Alex Penny
A quote, song lyrics, poetry, a conversation you had, a moment you'll have. Anything. Say what you wanted to say. Say what you want to say now. Say what you want to say later. The rest of the world doesn't have to understand it.
i cannot articulate how i feel.
in vain - this will be a desperate attempt to do so.
the way my chest feels like it’s being gripped. the way nerves rush to the palm of my hands - cold, queasy, agitated. Why do you still have such an immediate, powerful effect on me?
That elated but fleeting feeling at the end of a story. It tears you down when you realize it’s over and they die along with it. Or do they? No they don’t. They live on, captured in a single moment. In a happy ending. After all, don’t people wish they can live in their happiest moment forever?
Why do I fall for characters, for men in FICTION?
a text message. he wishes me good luck.
” and you still make me absolutely happy with the smallest gestures - hints that you still care… or is this plain courtesy, out of sheer boredom? regardless, thank you for enticing that moment of elation, even for just a fraction of time. “
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addressedit’s interesting how the world conspires against you, such that everything you’d rather forget comes back in the strangest forms - an academic reading and the smell of musk perfume so empowering, it overcomes the fresh scent of coffee. i don’t know if it’s a real sentiment im hanging onto or if i’m simply looking for an excuse to stop studying - yes, im definitely over-thinking this. regardless, i feel it around me. a haunting from the past? nah. silly childhood romance that i can’t help but smile about.
I forced myself to grow up through you, for you.
it’s ridiculous how you can’t cry when you want to, but can’t stop when you have to.
my throat is parched dry, i could not speak. my hands stiffen, they tremble and shake. i try to run but my knees give in. in a distance i hear footsteps coming. the tears just keep rushing. i can’t suppress it. can they hear me?
fear is no character in this story.
guess again.
(via vodka-in-teacups)
(Source: heyemilee, via vodka-in-teacups)
What happens if you fall in love with a writer?
Lots of things might happen. That’s the thing about writers. They’re unpredictable. They might bring you eggs in bed for breakfast, or they might all but ignore you for days. They might bring you eggs in bed at three…
(Source: karenfelloutofbedagain)
