I'm not good with these so bear with. I thought this would be a blog where I posted music and covers, it's not though. Not yet.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
-Aldous Huxley
I'm not good with these so bear with. I thought this would be a blog where I posted music and covers, it's not though. Not yet.
"After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."
-Aldous Huxley
I don’t even know I’m searching the crowd
Until I’ve spotted you
And then
And then I can’t look away.
Eyes pulled by your electricity
There’s something about you, I must say.
Passionate thoughts
Are best left for the dark
When no one can see your eyes alight
And no one can steal your dreams away.
First birthday away from home was shockingly enjoyable. Super chill, full of bs work since it was the second to last day of classes. I think I’m growing to like it here.
You are a magnet
And I’m attracted to you
Are we opposites?
She came up
For a visit
Fairly quick
Not explicit.
“It’s a break,”
she says
In her way
With calm, somber eyes
She conveys
A need for distance
A need for space
And with that
I too
Was broken.
Sirens don’t have the same meaning anymore
But my pulse quickens all the same
Secret eyes only
For me; she makes me wish we
Were alone right now.
She’s smiling again
And laughing in her way. She’s
Happy…so am I.
I point the camera at her
As she looks off into the distance;
She doesn’t even notice
Until she looks up
With secret eyes and a smug grin
Just for me
Like she’s caught me in the act
Of being captivated by her beauty.
(Source: megan-hansenn, via allthebrittanafeels)
