You know I’m no stranger in your dreams You know I’m no stranger in your dreams… Oh and I’m craving, I’m howling, I’m begging, I’m pleading You’re mine tonight, oh yeah Oh and I’m waiting, I’m dying, I’m wanting and I’m needing to show you the slut I am where I’ll be touching and holding, caressing and giving you ...
I don’t think I’ve been this frustrated and annoyed in my life. I feel crowded. Like everywhere I go he is there standing over my shoulder. Think naively that everything I say and do is about him. When it is in face not. When everything I say is in fact about someone else. How is making my life so difficult from so far away? How does he do it? He’s ruining everything for me...
I’m caught between fear and something that resembles love.
Without you… I don’t make sense. Without your heart beat. Your ivory skin in contrast with my sun brown flesh. Your big lips, my big eyes. Without you, my darling sister, my other half… Where would I be? Without him… I make even less sense. Without his silly chuckles. His large hands enveloping my long fingers. His physicality, my mentality. Without him, my love, my...
I put my hand on him. Touching him has always been important to me, it was something I lived for. I never could explain why. Little, nothing touches; my fingers against his shoulder, our thighs pressed together as we sat squashed in the back seat of a raucous van. I couldn’t explain it, but I needed it. Sometimes I imagined stitching all of our little touches together. How many hundreds of...
Oh fury! This white hot silence. Like love and passion and anger all rolled into one. Oh fury! How you burn me.
Love is patient. Love is blind. Love is slowly loosing your mind.
If humans suddenly disappeared, New York would be a wild place. Vines swallow the cement and dig fingers mercilessly into it’s innards; giant cracks appear in the streets and buildings. Cats govern the skyscrapers as vegetation inside the buildings expounds and become habitat for birds and rodents. Trees grow in the window-free upper stories. 150 years after the disappearance of humans is...
God where has my inspiration gone? Oh to my other blog. heh. I think I’m starting to understand now. Starting to understand myself a little bit more. I think I will take one class this semester. Just one. Maybe religious studies, or Tai Chi, or Biology. Or something random like that. What do you think? But besides that, I feel like maybe all of this indecision and pain...
holdyourcolour asked: So I know this is a joint blog and all so my apologies but I miss you, Sumi. I wish we had gotten to know each other earlier, seems like we hardly did at all before you had to leave. :l
Citrus and Coffee
I remember these moments of when we were in high school. Summers spent running around Lake Charm and stealing oranges from people’s yards. And winters passed in bookstores reading art magazines and drinking coffee and tea. That’s what I think of when I think of high school. The river near my apartment that we swam in. The Saturday morning breakfasts that we absolutely loved. The...
Yes, perfect sense. She’s worried you’re languishing away, settling for what you have instead of pushing forward and working towards a means to a better life. I think you’re wise for wanting to wait, though. You can’t set out without knowing where you want to go, knowing you have the strength, and resources to get there. Trust me, you dun wanna learn the hard way. You need to know yourself and...
Good morning world and stars. You are cold today. Cold like my fingertips. And yet I feel so warm and safe here in my city. This morning when clouds filled my brain and filled your sky. In this morning. Oh give me this morning. Of wooden boxes painted silver filled with rain and yellow stars. Hallelujah my love. Living in me, my love. My city, living in me. Oh sweet morning with your tendrils of...
Very well put, sister. This will serve as our Never Land, and our Hogwarts Castle. I feel so trapped right now. I was told by my aunt today that I had to go to college whether I wanted to or not. And I tried to explain to her that I wasn’t like other people. That I just needed time. That I would go to college next fall. But I needed time to figure out who I am. I miss the feeling of...
May this blog serve as our Clark Kent glasses, our Peter Parker sweater, our Bruce Wayne mansion. Our identities shall remain a secret! Mwuhhahaaa. I miss having direction, purpose, constants. I miss having lifelines.
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
Let the screaming commence! These electronic pages will be the records of two individuals who have so much to share with each other, and the world. And sometimes the best way to share all of these screaming, flying, thoughts is with someone whom you trust. Plus the anonymity of a blog such as this is wonderful!
Yes, thank you for that clarification. ^^; I’m Emily. We shall indeed be sharing this splendid “blog”. It is, in essence, a collaborative means of quieting the screaming voices in our heads. Well, mine. I dunno so much ‘bout hers. :]
My name is Kasumi. This is a joint blog that my sister and I will be sharing. She wrote the first post down below. :) And as she likes to say— HELLO WORLD!
And good day! …Uhm, how do you start these things? o.O