elysian*

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Joined: July 14, 2012
Last Seen: 7 years
Birthday: June 5
user id: 317423
Location: Australia
Gender: F















❀ emily • fifteen • aus ❀
singer, chocolate addict and professional procrastinator, wbu?







 
















Quotes by elysian*










It's wrong how when we see an animal's ribs, hip bones, and collarbones,
we think it's sad and abusive. But when we see it on woman it's a form of beauty.










 




I have just realized my relationship with bands
is like the relationship the squirrel has with the nut in ice age 




 




   "Sometimes you meet someone
   and even though
   you never liked blue eyes,
   like your own,
   you wouldn't want them
   any other colour.
   Sometimes you meet someone
   who's strangest addictions
   become beautiful.
   Sometimes you meet someone
   who's addictions become your own
   like a favourite t.v. show
   or a love for cooking.
   Sometimes you meet someone
   who'll skip their favourite t.v. show
   just to spend time with you
   and if you're lucky enough
   to find that person,
   marry them."

- c.p



 


"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn't kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel..
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn't care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”




 

2 am is for the poets who
can't sleep because their
minds are alve with words
for someone who's not there.

For the alcoholics drinking
themselves into amnesia to
forget someone who left.

2 am is not for the lovers
asleep in each other's arms.

It is for the lonely, the ones
who are in love with the loved
but are not loved in return



                                    
(L.S)




 





Oh hey, it's my 15th birthday.












 





Praying for those in the Boston Bombings 
Praying for those in Iraq where 20 bombs were set off.
Praying for the 29 children that were killed in Somalia because of a bomb set off.
Praying for the thousands of innocent victims of the U.S. drones in Pakistan, Afghanistan, Yemen, Somalia.
Praying for this whole world.
Because every life matters, and because they are all equally as important.





 




white lips, pale face, i hate the entire human race.
















so i've decided that my wifi will be my valentine.
idk, we just have this connection.









 



I constantly wonder how my life looks in other people’s eyes.
Do they think I have it easy? Do they think I have nothing going on for myself? Or are the fascinated with who I am? The thing is that no one will ever know my whole story. No one will ever know all the things I’ve had to overcome. Not even my closest friends, not even my own family. The thing is that people are so quick to judge now a days. You only see a person from what they allow you to see. I always try to look as put together as I can, and I guess that’s my way of hiding from the truth. It’s just that way everyone will assume that everything in my life is okay. That I never go through anything. If only everyone knew how broken I am, and how I’m holding on for dear life on this one last strand that’s become very delicate. The truth is that no one really knows me, and sometimes that scares me, because no one will ever know why I am the way I am.