Quote of the Day

“Nobody thinks what I think,
Nobody dreams when they blink
Think things on the brink of blasphemy
I’m my own shrink
Think things are after me, my catastrophe
At my kitchen sink,
You don’t know what that means
Because a kitchen sink to you
Is not a kitchen sink to me, OK friend?
Are you searching for purpose?
Then write something, yeah it might be worthless
Then paint something then, it might be wordless
Pointless curses, nonsense verses
You’ll see purpose start to surface
No one else is dealing with your demons
Meaning maybe defeating them
Could be the beginning of your meaning, friend.”

-Kitchen Sink by Twenty One Pilots (or Tyler Joseph – I’m not quite sure)

Watch me as I mix up the “I’m my own shrink/Think things are after me, my catastrophe” line. (Actually this is how it got mixed up in my had but I like it.

“Think things are after me, I’m my own catastrophe.”

Brought to you by my brain.

I am in such need of sleep. Can anyone spare any? 😉

Wish me sleep,

Ivy

P.S.- The image features lyrics that are also from Kitchen Sink

Quote of the Day

I’m tired today so here’s something that’s easy to copy and paste…I didn’t say that.

“If I told you this was only gonna hurt
If I warned you that the fire’s gonna burn
Would you walk in?
Would you let me do it first?
Do it all in the name of love
Would you let me lead you even when you’re blind?
In the darkness, in the middle of the night
In the silence, when there’s no one by your side
Would you call in the name of love?”

– From In The Name of Love by Martin Garrix and Bebe Rexha

Wish me sleep,

Ivy

The Winter Wonderland Tag

Wow! This is my first tag on this blog. My humble thanks to my darling amazing Evie-chan for tagging me.

Shall we begin?

1. Do you like the cold?

To be honest, no, I hate the cold. I’m pretty much always warm, except my fingers will turn into tiny little icicles no matter what I do. Also, I’ll get pit stains no matter what I do or how cold it is. I would most rather neither be in the heat or cold, but in the cool.

2.  Favorite part about winter?

My favorite part of winter is Christmas break, when I get to recharge, get presents, and eat. I love not being obligated to do your homework the same day you get it. Instead, you have two weeks to do it.  

3. Does it snow where you live?

Usually it does, but only two to three inches, but we still usually have a snow day because the area is hilly and not safe to go driving about in the snow. I love snow, I just don’t have anyone to share it with. My mom pretty much refuses to go outside and my dad isn’t into creating things with snow or throwing it at people.

4. Favorite clothing item during winter?

Gloves/mittens, for my poor cold fingers. And earmuffs, I adore those.

5. What’s your favorite winter memory?

Huh. It must be opening Christmas presents as a little kid, when I still believed in everything and those silly toys I’d always get still brought me joy. Honestly, these days, my Christmas wish list is a big huge blank except for a cell phone and the horse I’m not gonna get until I’m grown up and have land in the countryside.

6. Favorite hot drink?

Either hot cocoa or a cinnamon dulce steamer from Starbucks.

7. Best winter book to read curled up in a blanket?

Hm. I don’t really read Christmasy (that’s a word BTW) books all that much so I’ll just say whatever book I’m reading at the time.

8. Best winter movie to watch?

Also don’t really watch these but you know those times when you turn on the Hallmark channel and just watch that the whole day? That’s the kind of thing I go for. Not that I know the titles of any of those movies.

9. Do you do any winter sports?

I play tennis outside all year round (unless the roads are messed up) so does that count?

10. Favorite Christmas/Holiday/New Year tradition?

Christmas Eve dinner!!! Where my mom makes amazing Polish food, we wait for the first star to come out, then have dinner with Polish Christmas carols playing in the background. It’s also the one time of the year we use our dining room….

Anyways, that’s me. Thanks again for tagging me.

I tag: OY30, deadstardust, Rev, and nostalgicfallacies

Soon to be welcoming December,

Ivy

 

 

Just a Poem

You Were Gone

 

Your breath

was the barest whisper of a breeze,

my love.

 

As you lay dying

I could only put my hand over your heart

feel the strong beat of it

ebb away.

 

All I could do was kneel by you

even when the ambulance came

and they forced me away from you.

 

A cold clean hand

on your bloodied neck

feeling for something

that was gone.

 

Your pulse

not even a flutter left.

You were gone.

 

And then nothing but hell could keep me away from you.

I pressed my face into the hollow of your neck

above the place where your soul used to rest

and cried.

 

I cried and screamed

your name to the heavens

but no one answer.

 

You were another body

in another dark alleyway

and I was another girl in post-trauma therapy.

 

The government turned us

into nothing more

than statistics.

Why should we be treated as humans?

 

Your death

swept under the rug.

 

But I will remember you

always.

Love,

Ivy