heroin .

something i’ve always known about myself is that i like sad things. not in the way that i’m sadistic and enjoy inflicting pain upon others. rather in the way that i have a strange attraction towards novels, sad films, sad poetry and other sad immaterial things.

at many times of my life i have found myself reading a sad novel, crying my eyes out and then hugging it to sleep. devastated by its completion, i will then turn around and read it again, a million times over.

and i fall in love with its pain all over again. i fall in love with the characters as i live vicariously through them and hurt as they do, enjoying every moment. that is the kind of crazy person i am.

once in a while …

…all you need is a good cry.

taxi .

i wonder what it would be like to be one of those in between people. like the bartender or the taxi driver or the bouncer of the night club that you just got kicked out of for starting a drunken fight with the girl that was hitting on your boyfriend. they pass through people’s lives, seeing all these inner emotions that close friends and family would normally not even see. and even though they can only see through a tiny window, what they see is so real and so raw.

the said person will probably be embarrassed about it for the rest of their lives, and avoid that bar or that club in fear of seeing that person.

heartbreakingly beautiful .

soundtrack: a lot of buzzing // thoughts: of a thousand splendid suns

so i finished a thousand splendid suns. let me first say that it was devistating, and it really broke my heart. it was so sad i didn’t really know what to do. i think i cried more during that book than i have in most of my life.

a thousand spendid suns is about women in afghanistan, which probably won’t interest many of you that much. in fact, i find it hard to believe that i was extremely interested in the subject. however, i soon found myself being sucked in to the emotional rollercoaster hosseini creates, and consequently i became extremely socially aware (kind of) and developed a tiny understanding of life in afghanistan (because only those that lived through it would truly understand)

neverland .

 soundtrack: matt palmer; that way // thoughts: “so give me a sign…”

i watched finding neverland today and cried my fucking eyes out. i don’t think there was anything extremely sad about the movie, but the whole idea of it, the characters, the situation and the movie in general just depressed me for some reason. i still haven’t really recovered. awesome movie though. but then, i usually like sad and profound movies better than the stupid happy ones. good romantic comedies are an exception…