Tainted love.
I just watched Moulin Rouge. Again. For about the 15th time.
But alas, it never fails to hit me hard.
And make me want to sit up all night and write about love, and everything that makes me tick, and tear.
It makes me bitter and demented, and makes me want to suffer so I can understand just remotly what something like that must feel like.
It makes me dream. Of so many things. Of a future with romance and love and flourishing hopes and days full of beaming faces and utter content. It gives me hope that there might be something like that out there for me.
Which makes me feel like a complete idiot. Because I realize that it's just a movie. A movie with the most amazingly beautiful story, and songs that i'll never get sick of... but it's not real. And that realization stings a little.
Because what i'm looking for isn't real, I guess.
It's some tainted version of love that I lust after
Have you ever been so inspired to just pick up a pencil and write down everything you're feeling? Been inspired so much that you can feel it inside of you, trying to burst out? And it hurts, when you can't find the words. So much to say, and such a little forum to speak in.
(never.. watch moulin rouge by yourself.)
I think i'll go look at porn now...
But alas, it never fails to hit me hard.
And make me want to sit up all night and write about love, and everything that makes me tick, and tear.
It makes me bitter and demented, and makes me want to suffer so I can understand just remotly what something like that must feel like.
It makes me dream. Of so many things. Of a future with romance and love and flourishing hopes and days full of beaming faces and utter content. It gives me hope that there might be something like that out there for me.
Which makes me feel like a complete idiot. Because I realize that it's just a movie. A movie with the most amazingly beautiful story, and songs that i'll never get sick of... but it's not real. And that realization stings a little.
Because what i'm looking for isn't real, I guess.
It's some tainted version of love that I lust after
Have you ever been so inspired to just pick up a pencil and write down everything you're feeling? Been inspired so much that you can feel it inside of you, trying to burst out? And it hurts, when you can't find the words. So much to say, and such a little forum to speak in.
(never.. watch moulin rouge by yourself.)
I think i'll go look at porn now...