Still My Guitar Gently Weeps ♥
Jenny. 23. Socal. Filipino. Disneyland passholder
I'm..
a slave for love
a sucker for anything that relates to art and music.
a Lakers fan
a hopeless romantic
"I am nothing but a lost soul living in a world encircled with egotistical monsters. I hate, but I love more. I cry, but I laugh harder. I fall, but I get back up. I get attached, but I know how to let go. I bitch, but I’m nice. I’m a foe to some, but a friend to many. I was born a genius, but a slacker by choice. I am far from perfect and so is the rest of the world. The only purpose of my existence is to make a legacy and be remembered until after I perish."- Jhen C.
And all of sudden,
I’ve gone tired.
Tired of grieving,
Tired of feeling,
And tired of living
..with no purpose.
That moment when I listen to a certain song and I think of no one else but you. Still you.
I would want to be with someone who wants to be with me as much as I want to be with them.
No hesitations.
No in betweens.
and No mind games.
I’m just rambling nonsense right now cause I’m dead tired and lonely. K, Imma stop now.
lights off and headphones on. I’m out.
Like this cigarette;
You were my relief,
You left me breathless,
You kept me sane.
Your taste stays on my lips,
And Your smell spreads from my hair to my sheets.
Like this cigarette;
I will always long for that everlasting effect you have in me.
And like this cigarette;
I will continue wanting you.
Even if I know you’re no good for me.
-Jenny C.
My baby nephew just came up to me crying because he hurt his toes and hands from playing at the park. He asked me to kiss where it hurt and after I did, he instantly felt better.
How I wish there is such a relief so instantaneous.
I could use a kiss in thy heart.
