Words that hang in the air

By thiinair on Sunday, December 15th, 2013

Someone somewhere should invent an honest transcriber for conversations taking place between exes:

So what have you been up to?
Have you been following my Facebook activities documenting the insane amount of fun I’ve been having? Have you been beating yourself up every night wishing you could turn back time? Have you checked out my most recent romantic success and then proceeded to feeling very inadequate and inferior? Have you? HAVE YOU?


new era

“We teach girls shame; close your legs, cover yourself, we make them feel as though being born female they’re already guilty of something.”

Chimamamda Ngozi Adiche at TEDxEuston (via les-fille-fatale)

(Source: messyandscattered, via statictrees)



By thiinair on Thursday, June 27th, 2013

I think I deserve better too so yeah



By thiinair on Thursday, June 27th, 2013

broken hearts melancholy a bit of tears and loads of recklessness

despite how young and ignorant we are

it hurts to love and cease to love

and now I know it also hurts to not love

to love only a little, in a way that is mixed with fear and uncertainty and need and lust and jealousy and irresponsibility and the desire to live in the moment

it was fun while it lasted although I wish it had ended the way I wanted it to


That sinking feeling

By thiinair on Saturday, June 15th, 2013

you’re incredible, 

     you take air from my         lungs
light from my      eyes
           and everything substancial from my rotting insides

                 and you take them all away


                      and loosen your grip

                      with moistened eyes

                      as if we were victims of equal stature


We’re fine

By thiinair on Thursday, June 13th, 2013

We are like monsters so in congruence with our primal senses and desires so unwavering in the face of moral judgments and ignorant norms so lost together yet we share so much solidarity in being such good, heartless machines

We’re young and daring and reckless and hedonistic. We’re the same kind of people. But I’ll never be yours and you’ll never be mine.



By thiinair on Thursday, June 13th, 2013

In the grand scale of things what was mine is still mine and you are only a part of my juxtaposition of the good and the bad
the enduring and the transient
the superficial and the symbolic
in life



Michael Chase
New York, New York.


By thiinair on Monday, October 22nd, 2012

Growing up is surrendering to the fact that there are things we can never have, and those we already have will not last forever. 



By thiinair on Sunday, October 21st, 2012

I have a weakness for
things that sparkle

don’t we all
spend our time chasing
the glamourous and the transient  

ending the ritual with pieces of ourselves slipping through our fingers


You and I

By thiinair on Friday, October 19th, 2012

we started like a midsummer hurricane and ended like a fugue