May 2011
March 2011
Holla
I don’t think anyone I know personally comes to this Tumblr anymore so here are my new links!
My main blog is http://ghoullll.tumblr.com, and all my writings are at http://tenthousandmotherfuckers.tumblr.com :-) See you guys there, if anyone even remember me! <3
November 2010
one thing i cannot understand
is that i have tons of new followers despite me posting about how i’ve shifted… i am amazed.
alright, i’m going back to my new account!!!! good-bye lovelies :)
ohcardigan asked: I wanna know your new url! :( :( :(
Anonymous asked: hi weiling, i do not have a tumblr account but i've been following up on your blog, because i love the way & the stuff you write :) Can i have your new URL pls? If you're not comfortable with that, it's fine too! :)
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i've moved to a new place
a lot of people are starting to find out about this blog, and i don’t like the lack of privacy (this also explains the dwindle of my own writings that i publish here). so i’m not gonna put my new URL here, but i’m gonna follow some of you, and hopefully you guys will recognize my writing style. either that, or like this post, and i’ll follow you.
adieu!
wakingmoments:
At least at the end of the night we still have each other. Mountains have been raised to keep us apart and rivers bisect our distance but it is through it all I still hear you saying my name. I believe friendship is stronger than romance. That hearts say everything we need. I could call you by your name but we already call each other by the same name. You call me your friend...
Dobby did not wish to kill. Dobby only wished to...
“I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week.
I can’t...”
– Charlie, The Perks of Being a Wallflower. (via ruineshumaines)
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dear x,
when you place your palm on my head when i place my left cheek against your right shoulder and you gently stroke through my hair, it gives me the shivers in the deepest of crannies and nooks. you electrocute my nerves, electrify my soul, set me alight with a single touch.
love, y.
“and then, one day, you’ll meet a boy. a boy who smells like an ashtray and looks...”
– katiedoe (via bigandblackthecloudsmaybe)
txtsfrmlstnght:
(978): sitting on the counter. eating honey. crying, because coldplay sounds beautiful on the radio. highhhhh as the sky.
the sun, the moon, and carpet stains.
autumnfires:
I have been playing the same songs again. Soft voices, whispers that land on my peeling shoulders like feathers. They remind me of you, the way your arms would stretch out of car windows to catch firefly wings inside your palms. How you said that the wind was your favorite thing to taste and I would smile so you wouldn’t know that my favorite taste was you. I’ve always tried real...
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i always go back on my words when it comes to you
“you don’t even come over at night anymore.”
“i will, tonight.”
“i don’t want you to do something just because i ask you to.”
“i want to do this.”
and so your heavy footsteps pitter-pattered into my room so my parents won’t hear and seeing you again in my room was nothing but heartbreaking, until you hugged me tight and close to...
ethaney asked: I went through your archive because I truly enjoy your writing and when I came across some of your entries..they were so greatly written and they completely broke my heart.
I adore you and I don't even know you.
I adore you and I don't even know you.
“Why did I make my only life
A life made only of dreams?”
– Pessoa (via wearebasiclight)
“I know it’s presumptuous on my part
To bring you this poor offering of my...”
– Tartuffe (Tartuffe by Jean-Baptiste Moliere)
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there’s something magical about the night, the way dark descends and greets you like an old friend, and there’s something spectacular about how the magic expands when there’s someone next to you in your cold bed, wrapping his taut arms around your skinny shoulders, whispering love songs and poems into your ears until you drift off to sleep. and when you wake up the next morning...
moonconversations:
“whats the one thing you are looking for in a girl?”
“unwavering affection”
colors and... you
-jetadore:
sometimes i see colors. i think that the world is full of colors. it’s not only present in the obvious aspects, such as appearance like: trees are green, the ocean is blue, but i also see colors in people. i see the color orange in you, i don’t know why. perhaps it is the color of your shirt the day we first met. perhaps it is the very slight orange tinge in your hair that nobody else...
