daydreamers ENTER MIDNIGHT
  • We keep being reminded how much love hurts… why can’t we just remind ourselves not to fall in love?
    ~ Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams
  • Too much alcohol makes you an alcoholic but too much love makes you a masochist.
    ~ Anna Roig / middleofthenightdaydreams
  • … if I hadn’t been so hurt
    and you weren’t so optimistic

    … if I hadn’t been burnt
    and you weren’t so playful

    … if I didn’t feel so old
    and you didn’t seem so naive

    What would be of us?
    Would there even be an us?

    Would you still want to love me?
    Would you still want me to love you?
    Would I still want you to love me?
    Would I be less afraid to love you?

    So, you see,
    It’s not that it’s me. And it’s not that it’s you.

    It’s just a whole lotta bad choices and kisses blown to the wind that never boomeranged back, too many letters written in salted ink and too many loveless and lovelorn days.

    Maybe I should have my head checked
    because I can still hear my heart beating
    (more like pounding when you’re around~if you must know)
    but still there’s something here not quite right
    for I’m able to say how much I love you
    but it’s not my pillow who wants to hear it…

    So forgive me, forget me and carry on
    Maybe we could have made it through
    (maybe not, but that’s just odds)
    But this fear is way too haunting
    Maybe if I found something different in your eyes I could try
    But you want true love and you’re just too enthusiastic for a girl who’s played in the darkness for so long.

  • Make sure you watch the “blood moon” tonite, either because it is a preview of the end or just because it’s going to be awesome… I’m staying with the latter ;)

  • middleofthenightdaydreams:

    the problem is 

    that you’ve got 

    a beautiful heart 

    made of paper 

    where every heartbeat 

    is a poem 

    and every tear it sheds

    is a réquiem 

    still when your love hurts me 

    it stings like a paper cut 

    and my ordinary heart 

    sweats tiny red droplets 

    …all because of your beautiful paper heart. 

  • Don’t let the roof make you forget about the sky. Don’t let it make you forget about the dreams you yourself threaded on those stars…
    ~ Anna Roig /middleofthenightdaydreams (via middleofthenightdaydreams)
  • Don’t let the roof make you forget about the sky. Don’t let it make you forget about the dreams you yourself threaded on those stars…
    ~ Anna Roig /middleofthenightdaydreams
  • Has it happened to you? That you keep re-living and hurting over something that happened to you? And one day you look back and it’s been three or five or more years since…

    And you are left wondering what happened in between? When did time rush past us so fast? Did we even cherish every moment or were we just so focused on trying to forget that we threw away all the precious moments and times that were happening then?

    What if instead of hurting and trying so effortlessly to forget, we walked past our happiness and we didn’t even notice…

    ~ Anna Roig
  • middleofthenightdaydreams:

    If you bleed and lust and crave and ache and sleep and then you’re no better than the rest. You’re the same as me and he and she and them. So congrats, you’re human, now come and feel and smile and cry with us. It’ll take a pretty large bulk off your back to finally realize you don’t have to be perfect in any way, it’s our flaws that make us beautiful. 

  • the problem is 

    that you’ve got 

    a beautiful heart 

    made of paper 

    where every heartbeat 

    is a poem 

    and every tear it sheds

    is a réquiem 

    still when your love hurts me 

    it stings like a paper cut 

    and my ordinary heart 

    sweats tiny red droplets 

    …all because of your beautiful paper heart. 


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