Directions for my funeral by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
Directions for my funeral
I'd want to be buried in a suit
playing dress-up one more time
looking bigger than I was
I hope I'll have a crooked smile
always, always, still the joker
and they'll just leave my hair a mess.
I hope my friends will just be happy I was there
and will choose completely inappropiate music
and hug eachother when they come over to say goodbye
because there's so much good lovin' going on.
and someone tell my dearest friend
this is not me pulling an Alaska Young
and hold him when he silently shatters
tracing her skin with
intrepid fingers and her
soul with eager eyes
--
walking hand in hand
along the edge of the sea
she, laughing softly
--
the moon shines upon
two lovers holding hands and
whispering softly
--
leading you through worlds
of joy and tears and hoping
but most of all, love
all good things come awkwardly by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
all good things come awkwardly
I must admit I was so scared to ask you
but you just smiled and said yes please
and later your friends told me how excited you were
not knowing how they made my day.
at first I had to drag you into things.
then the endorphines kicked in and you were the enthousiastic one,
laughing and pulling me by holding my hand,
although I'd follow you anyway,
anywhere.
when the stars came out I wasn't so sure
whether I was dizzy of all the attractions
or all the attraction.
and while we were out eating sugar fluff
and laughing and talking about the
ferris wheel and mentally already
leaning in for a first kiss
and I thought to myself:
'No
on the worst way of dying by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
on the worst way of dying
Have you ever seen someone die?
I don't mean accidents or dying of old age, or even suicide.
I'm talking about the slow way.
When you see them fade away, slowly.
When you see them shutting off more and more.
Where they start tearing their skin off to make their body disappear, too.
When you can see the emptiness in their gestures, their eyes, their hearts.
When you see they just stop caring.
And, worst of all:
when you want to save them, but that's not possible anymore.
when it's too late.
Explaination for a lover by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
Explaination for a lover
For several months now you've been asking me why I'm so afraid of the change of seasons.
You laughed about it and called me silly. Now let me explain.
Winter is the time of cuddling, of watching movies and cozyness. Winter is together, is us. Summer is alone, is you and me, summer is lazying around and partying.
You don't need anyone for summer.
Both are good and necessary, but the time inbetween is so very hurtful and complicated.
Fall will be lonely for me, spring for you.
Unfortunately it's february and I will have to leave you soon. I do not have a choice, I would only hurt you more by staying and playing pretend.
But let me hold
I don't know when I started loving you
but suddenly, I did.
I don't know when you started dying
but suddenly, you did.
And I never even told you.
And you never even told me.
You wonder why I'm suddenly
so bad at bedtime stories
well, if you really want to know
I'll tell you why I fail
I think of them for myself too
and that you know, so why
can I not make them up for you
no matter how I try
My subjects are quite different
from yours, I think as such
as they are about cats and love
yours too, but not so much
about the second of those two.
I dare not to include myself
for that would be unsuit
but also not somebody else
no, that I couldn't do
I try, really, I do.
the way your hair brushes
across my shoulder when
you lean in to kiss me
no wait, brushed.
the way you lean
again my shoulder
when you're tired
no wait, his.
the way your eyes twinkle
when you're saying something
only for me to hear
no wait, for him
the way you whisper softly
with a crooked smile
'I love you'
no wait, him.
de wind hier maakt mijn haren nat
suist door m'n oren; zorgt dat ik
de wereld niet meer hoor.
maar dat is niet erg
de wereld luistert nooit naar mij
dus ik op dit lege bovendek
tussen hier en ergens anders
ben even nergens. of misschien
ergens waar geluid niets meer is
dan het ruisen van de wind
als de branding in een schelp
die niemand ooit heeft opgeraapt.
Directions for my funeral by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
Directions for my funeral
I'd want to be buried in a suit
playing dress-up one more time
looking bigger than I was
I hope I'll have a crooked smile
always, always, still the joker
and they'll just leave my hair a mess.
I hope my friends will just be happy I was there
and will choose completely inappropiate music
and hug eachother when they come over to say goodbye
because there's so much good lovin' going on.
and someone tell my dearest friend
this is not me pulling an Alaska Young
and hold him when he silently shatters
tracing her skin with
intrepid fingers and her
soul with eager eyes
--
walking hand in hand
along the edge of the sea
she, laughing softly
--
the moon shines upon
two lovers holding hands and
whispering softly
--
leading you through worlds
of joy and tears and hoping
but most of all, love
all good things come awkwardly by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
all good things come awkwardly
I must admit I was so scared to ask you
but you just smiled and said yes please
and later your friends told me how excited you were
not knowing how they made my day.
at first I had to drag you into things.
then the endorphines kicked in and you were the enthousiastic one,
laughing and pulling me by holding my hand,
although I'd follow you anyway,
anywhere.
when the stars came out I wasn't so sure
whether I was dizzy of all the attractions
or all the attraction.
and while we were out eating sugar fluff
and laughing and talking about the
ferris wheel and mentally already
leaning in for a first kiss
and I thought to myself:
'No
on the worst way of dying by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
on the worst way of dying
Have you ever seen someone die?
I don't mean accidents or dying of old age, or even suicide.
I'm talking about the slow way.
When you see them fade away, slowly.
When you see them shutting off more and more.
Where they start tearing their skin off to make their body disappear, too.
When you can see the emptiness in their gestures, their eyes, their hearts.
When you see they just stop caring.
And, worst of all:
when you want to save them, but that's not possible anymore.
when it's too late.
Explaination for a lover by AllThemAreTaken, literature
Literature
Explaination for a lover
For several months now you've been asking me why I'm so afraid of the change of seasons.
You laughed about it and called me silly. Now let me explain.
Winter is the time of cuddling, of watching movies and cozyness. Winter is together, is us. Summer is alone, is you and me, summer is lazying around and partying.
You don't need anyone for summer.
Both are good and necessary, but the time inbetween is so very hurtful and complicated.
Fall will be lonely for me, spring for you.
Unfortunately it's february and I will have to leave you soon. I do not have a choice, I would only hurt you more by staying and playing pretend.
But let me hold
I don't know when I started loving you
but suddenly, I did.
I don't know when you started dying
but suddenly, you did.
And I never even told you.
And you never even told me.
You wonder why I'm suddenly
so bad at bedtime stories
well, if you really want to know
I'll tell you why I fail
I think of them for myself too
and that you know, so why
can I not make them up for you
no matter how I try
My subjects are quite different
from yours, I think as such
as they are about cats and love
yours too, but not so much
about the second of those two.
I dare not to include myself
for that would be unsuit
but also not somebody else
no, that I couldn't do
I try, really, I do.
the way your hair brushes
across my shoulder when
you lean in to kiss me
no wait, brushed.
the way you lean
again my shoulder
when you're tired
no wait, his.
the way your eyes twinkle
when you're saying something
only for me to hear
no wait, for him
the way you whisper softly
with a crooked smile
'I love you'
no wait, him.
de wind hier maakt mijn haren nat
suist door m'n oren; zorgt dat ik
de wereld niet meer hoor.
maar dat is niet erg
de wereld luistert nooit naar mij
dus ik op dit lege bovendek
tussen hier en ergens anders
ben even nergens. of misschien
ergens waar geluid niets meer is
dan het ruisen van de wind
als de branding in een schelp
die niemand ooit heeft opgeraapt.
Hey guys!
It's been a while since I wrote my last journal, so I thought i should write a little update.
Since my last journal, some things have changed. I'm not a proud lesbian anymore, infact, I am straight.
Right now you must be thinking "What the fuck, that isn't possible!" But the truth is, it is.
I'm not a lesbian girl, I'm a straight male. A transgender male, to be honest. And I'd like to be called Lau and 'he'. Some of you might know my old name, but i'll be very happy if you don't use it anymore. :)
Most of you've probably seen the picture of my fake crepe wool beard.
I promised you guys i'd make a picture-tutorial of making a c
1. Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 18, and find line 4.
'The dagger seemed to leap into Isabelle's hand; or at least, she barely seemed to move, and yet she was holding it.'
I want to read thisssss.
2. Stretch your left arm out as far as you can, what can you touch?
Ermmm I'd break my arm.. I have a cupboard at my left.
3. Before you started this survey, what were you doing?
Nothing. Which is why I started this survey in the first place.
4. What is the last thing you watched on TV?
A part of the movie 'Boys don't cry.'
5. Without looking, guess what time it is.
Eleven-ish.
6. Now look at the clock. What is the actual tim
[ ] I am shorter than 5'4". (I'm 5'7'' or sth)
[x] I think I'm ugly sometimes.
[x] I have many scars.
[x] I tan easily.
[/] I wish my hair was a different color.
[ ] I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
[ ] I have a tattoo. (someday. yeah.)
[x] I am self-conscious about my appearance
[x] I have/I've had braces.
[ ] I wear glasses. (I WISH)
[/] I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free. (depends what you call plastic surgery.)
[ ] I've been told I'm attractive by a complete stranger.
[ ] I have more than 2 piercings.
[ ] I have piercings in places besides my ears.
[x] I h