The Gravel in Your Guts.
My writing. by Gabriel James Miranda. I write poetry and prose. I like good books and good tea. I am stranger among the stange. If you don't like to read, this isn't a good blog to follow. 
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I’ve been much to busy to update this as much as I’d want.
Grades are falling and friends are calling,
trying to hold it all together with scotch tape,
but oh wouldn’t you know she’s my escape.
When everything’s wrong she makes me feel right,
when my day is long she’s my goodnight.
I love the way she talks,
the way her hips move when she walks,
love the feel of her skin,
the way she wants to let me in,
I guess I just want to say
I really love Desirae. :)
“‘I miss you’, he admitted.
I’m here’, she said.
That’s when I miss you most. When you’re here. When you aren’t here, when you’re just a ghost of the past or a dream from another life, it’s easier then.’”
– Neil Gaiman
He doesn’t love you. I wish you could see that.
“Love is the stuff that keeps things moving so they stay together. Fear is the stuff that makes things hold so still they fall apart.”
– Neil Gaiman
Robert Smith of the Cure and his wife Mary. “Lovesong” was written for her.
Peanut butter and jelly.
This. All of this.
I bet she loves him because he has a Black Flag tat and he reads Hemingway. Btw. I’m getting that tatted.
(Source: daitro)
haha
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“I have a feeling that we were meant to be together. That we have fought the good fight, side by side, in the past or in the future, I do not know. I am a rational man, but I have learned the value of a good companion, and from the moment I clapped eyes on you, I knew I trusted you as well as I do myself. Yes. I want you with me.”
– A Study in Emerald, Neil Gaiman (via neilgaiman)
You actually put it up? I thought you were joking. You could kind of make out the fiend in my Misfits shirt.
“I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.”
– Neil Gaiman
