When the colour has drained out of the world
Like rain on a watercolour painting
And the paper is blotched and all curled
And I’m feeling so close to fainting
I remember that there’s beauty all around
And bring Technicolour through the rain
Just like in movies with the advent of sound
Now nothing will ever be the same again
All that’s gold
doesn’t glitter,even underneath the dust
we collect on window sills
and picture framesand the fresh blood
stained fingersfrom unkept promises
and broken needles.We don’t know why, often,
and explanations
aren’t enough.But one thing life
guarantees,is that there are no
guarantees.And somewhere
underneath
the dust,
there is gold.
Zayn Malik.
Zayn Malik<3
man i should really quit deleting my tumblr posts cuz one day im sure i would want too look back and see them. i guess i shouldn’t’ rely on this piece of metal and wire to keep my thoughts, who knows one day it all might go to hell in a hand basket.
here is a little something i wrote in the heat of my dismay:
when the world seems to be flying by hold onto your seat cuz things aren’t what they seem in this world of quick sand. the faster you struggle the more it sucks you in.
We all have a story to tell. A sequence of ups and downs that have defined us and made us who we are. For some people, those downs and ups are deeper and steeper than for others.
As for me, My story is more about the people in my life and the people who have influenced me than it is about me. My…
God, truly knows me. I have to be hoenst with myself and others about my feelings.
If i open up Iwill grow.. my conciousness will be expanded! i will understand more about life and be more comfortable being me!
Express how I feel. Be kind and innocuous!
Innocuous means: Saying and behaving in a peace causing way! Only speaking about meaningful, beautiful things in a positive way. and addressing negativity in a positive uplifting manner.
People will open up to that. and beauty in onthe inside
god bless you all!
secretly thinking of you.
when i know you’re no good. you’re no good, you’re simply no good.
I’m crave that feeling of wanting to be in another’s arms. like that person is so beautiful and they are interesting and you want to know more and experience life with an open mind to all sorts of people.
but you never wanted that. and i guess thats why were not together anymore.
if this is not making any sense then why is it being pieced together like this is my brain. here maybe if i don’t look at what i type then it will come out more freely, organically.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s just the feelings that are associated withthe situation and the ideas, thefantasies… maybe its something insideyou and maybe we (i) don’t know what the hell it is.
im still young and have the right to be free in alllo f this activity.
