Self Concept

[people who remind me of me]

Peyton Sawyer [One Tree Hill]

Summer [500 days of Summer]

Luna Lovegood [Harry Potter]

Lady Gaga

Ronnie [The Last Song]

Kristen Stewart

Alanis Morisette and Dido

Anna [The Uninvited]

Colleen [Stoner and Spaz]

You = mine.

Everyone stumbles into the world and secretly searches madly for their exclusive person.
Be it a lover, or a childhood friend.. anyone. However, when they cannot seem to find their exclusive person -
a) they don't want anyone else to find their exclusive person.
b) they want to be everybody's exclusive person.

Nothing is real;

" No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.
That is, you can't you know tune in but it's all right.
That is, I think it's not too bad. "

Strawberry Fields Forever - The Beatles

9.8 = No Gravity

Ever think outside the box? For example. How exquisite and weird would the world be without gravity?
Picture a walk outside your house; the street lamps, the trees, the stray dogs, the houses. Everything seeming almost as if it was afloat in an invisible ocean.
Picture you. With your hair all over the place.
Picture your books and your school bag, your kitchen.. tomatoes and onions.
Your posters and your guitar.
Your CD's and your laptops.
Your headphones tangled up as usual.
Picture your fish tank; water droplets.. you can count them one by one.
Picture all the green notes your dad could have ever collected.
A bunch of leaves.
Picture the public library.
Picture bad weather. Lightening. Umbrellas.
Picture the malls.
The schools and the hospitals.
Picture the Indian ocean.
Picture heavy traffic. Your favourite restaurant.
All the cooks wailing as they move further and further away from their delicacies.
Picture a group of kids playing soccer in the rain.
Or the Olympics.
Picture banana boating, and parasailing.
Picture a concert that you never went to.
Or your sixteenth birthday party.
Picture your favourite song playing as background music, loud in sky.
Picture your family, your friends, or someone you seem to love.
Picture smiling at them. Reaching out for them.

"Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange."

#Hope;

"You're so brilliant, don't soon forget."

anberlin

When you're strange, no-one remembers your name.

Forever 21.

^ I bought this dress today!
And now, while "The Dark Knight".. okay I forgot what I was saying.
NO! HARVEY YOUR FACE!

Guess what books I'm reading?

F*ck college, I wanna be a panda on the beach.

"Footprints in the Sand- that bloody poem that goes on about footprints in the sand. It’s about a person dreaming that one set of footprints is theirs and the other is the Lord’s. And then noticing that at the times in their life that have been the most difficult, there was only one set of footprints. They ask: ‘God, why did you desert me? And he goes: “That is when I carried you.’ When I hear that, I think,‘Come on God, don’t fuck me around. That’s conveinient- how come the footprints aren’t deeper then? ‘Cos you’d have been carrying my weight. And they’re not deeper, are they? How come one of those footprints has only got three toes? It’s a dinosaur footprint. And that one next to it is a cats paw. What’s been going on on this beach? Why is God at the beach anyway? With all the chaos? What the fuck is God doing on a holiday at a time like this?’"

Russell Brand taken from ‘My Booky Wook’

The years that were erased.

sometimes i miss the little things.
the kind that sneak up on you and grab hold of you.
i miss that one time i slept over at your place, when we woke up early morning to watch my boyfriend play soccer in the field outside your house.
i miss the day we filled up a bucket full of water with different coloured balloons at threw them at people. you missed.
i miss the time you walked in on me and him, awkwardd.
i miss the first time you said you loved me.
i miss the first time i told you i loved you too.
i miss the time we won first place in the two-legged race, third grade.
i miss making out with you standing in a goal post.
i miss when i stabbed you with my pen.
i miss the way your mom cooks.
i miss grape tang.
i miss being emo with you.
i miss you coming to meet me in the night, in a cab, all the way from gurgaon.
i miss that time we watched american pie in the middle of the night, one earphone in my ear.. one in yours.
i miss listening to david guetta on your ipod during class.
i miss talking to you all night in my basement, feeling my feet go numb.
i miss you getting me drunk on the phone.
i miss consolling you, while reading out your poems to you.
i miss kicking your shoe in the air while trying to kick the bloody ball.
i miss meeting you after so bloody long.
i miss watching the omen with you in your room, with the weird egyptian print on the wall.
i miss going for a random party with you, barely knowing you.
i miss the staircase next to your house.
i miss talking to you for hours and hours about absolutely nothing.
i miss heritage and that one, insane night.
i miss chocolate. he. ce.
i miss coming from gurgaon to delhi in the bus with all of you morons.
i miss hard rock cafe and how you looked 25 instead of 19.
i miss your pool table.
i miss your dogs.
i miss being in love with you.

so what happened to all of you?
do you think of me sometimes?
we might as well be strangers.

Still Dancing.

"When there's no-one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long
For my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose
And there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself"

Billy Idol

#1

"I think the best way to lose something is by wanting it too much."

John Dorian - Scrubs

Unfinished Business.

“You build your world around someone, and then what happens when he disappears? Where do you go- into pieces, into atoms, into the arms of another man? You go shopping, you cook dinner, you work odd hours, you make love to someone else on June nights. But you’re not really there, you’re someplace else where there is blue sky and a road you don’t recognize. If you squint your eyes, you think you see him, in the shadows, beyond the trees. You always imagine that you see him, but he’s never there. It’s only his spirit, that’s what’s there beneath the bed when you kiss your husband, there when you send your daughter off to school. It’s in your coffee cup, your bathwater, your tears. Unfinished business always comes back to haunt you, and a man who swears he’ll love you forever isn’t finished with you until he’s done.”

- Alice Hoffman, Here on Earth

[stolen from Diya]