dizzylina

[dizzylina]

I’ve grown to love my solitude

But I don’t think I was meant to be alone,

at all

[dizzylina]

-The Streets, Chris Lorenzo

““Take me as I am, or watch me as I go.” - Unknown”

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[dizzylina]

A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off and the room is empty.

“Remember that you were art long before he came to admire you, and you’ll continue to be art even when he’s gone. A masterpiece is still a masterpiece when the lights are off, and the room is empty.”

— Charlotte Beier

[dizzylina]

She loved you, you know. You were the best friend she’s ever had.

— Bill Burke, Bridge to Terabithia

[dizzylina]

I guess I just like running.

And I fabricate the sensation of home

So I can tell myself I’m running back

[dizzylina]

Me talking to myself on a Tuesday morning

I want you to tell me about your favourite book, your passions, your favourite artists, the music you listen to late at night when nobody else is awake and the world is silent. I love listening to you and seeing you talking to me enthusiastically about what you like. Keep sharing with me every thing that makes you happy or sad or angry and never stop, because your soul is so beautiful that I fell in love with it.

[dizzylina]

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

- Hunter S. Thompson

[dizzylina]

grocery list at 11:30 PM and also i’m broke by a.dp

[dizzylina]

To remember n learn

Words to describe facial expressions

Absent: preoccupied 

Agonized: as if in pain or tormented

Alluring: attractive, in the sense of arousing desire

Appealing: attractive, in the sense of encouraging goodwill and/or interest

Beatific: blissful

Black: angry or sad, or hostile

Bleak: hopeless

Blinking: surprise, or lack of concern

Blithe: carefree, lighthearted, or heedlessly indifferent

Brooding: anxious and gloomy

Bug eyed: frightened or surprised

Chagrined: humiliated or disappointed

Cheeky: cocky, insolent

Cheerless: sad

Choleric: hot-tempered, irate

Darkly: with depressed or malevolent feelings

Deadpan: expressionless, to conceal emotion or heighten humor

Despondent: depressed or discouraged

Doleful: sad or afflicted

Dour: stern or obstinate

Dreamy: distracted by daydreaming or fantasizing

Ecstatic: delighted or entranced

Faint: cowardly, weak, or barely perceptible

Fixed: concentrated or immobile

Gazing: staring intently

Glancing: staring briefly as if curious but evasive

Glazed: expressionless due to fatigue or confusion

Grim: fatalistic or pessimistic

Grave: serious, expressing emotion due to loss or sadness

Haunted: frightened, worried, or guilty

Hopeless: depressed by a lack of encouragement or optimism

Hostile: aggressively angry, intimidating, or resistant

Hunted: tense as if worried about pursuit

Jeering: insulting or mocking

Languid: lazy or weak

Leering: sexually suggestive

Mild: easygoing

Mischievous: annoyingly or maliciously playful

Pained: affected with discomfort or pain

Peering: with curiosity or suspicion

Peeved: annoyed

Pleading: seeking apology or assistance

Quizzical: questioning or confused

Radiant: bright, happy

Sanguine: bloodthirsty, confident

Sardonic: mocking

Sour: unpleasant

Sullen: resentful

Vacant: blank or stupid looking

Wan: pale, sickly

Wary: cautious or cunning

Wide eyed: frightened or surprised

Withering: devastating

Wrathful: indignant or vengeful

Wry: twisted or crooked to express cleverness or a dark or ironic feeling

[dizzylina]

In this house, I guess I am a girl

With the sound of a cricket match’s highlights from the television

Staring blindly out the window at the frost on the pine needles,

I guess I feel like a girl.

Waiting for the click of a kettle

Or the change in someone’s tone,

I stand on my toes

Still feeling small, like a girl.

I watch the ginger cat prowl the garden,

Wondering what he’d make of the jungle in my bedroom.

Wonder if he’d find a home in it,

Or if too, he would feel the cold.

Under these ceilings, I guess I am a girl

For I am able to trace the grooves of scars from wounds not yet made

And find consolation in the same place I found pain.

I think I can feel the door close behind me,

And in fact, it jars me to sense it drifting back open quietly.

In this house, I am only a girl

Draped on the sofa, stationary

My roots growing on the walls of the pot too small,

Like the olive tree outside that’s as old as me.

But my tree won’t die,

In the face of what is to come, it remains deniably young.