renee le fou

Writer. Dreamer. Philosopher. Cinephile. Wanderlust. Lover. NYC.

remember me

and all i can say is 

please dont let me go 

hold onto me and never let me go. 

even when im crazy. 

even when my heart hurts and feels like its going to burst 

when i drive you nuts

when i make promises i cant keep. 

when i lie. 

be mindful that im only human

be mindful that i make mistakes.

remember all the times ive made you laugh

even when you’re angry. 

dont say things you dont mean

and apologize for it later

it still hurts my heart.

remember that i love animals 

remember that i love people

remember that i care about you, 

to the moon and back.

be good to me. 

dont compare me to your past muse.

dont make me out to be someone im not. 

love me for the person that you think 

i can be. 

recognize that i may never live up 

to all my dreams. but know that i want to. 

know that i will try to be the best me i can be.  

 -By: Renee Romeo 

“Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.” ― Haruki Murakami, After Dark

“Waves of thought are stirring. In a twilight corner of her consciousness, one tiny fragment and another tiny fragment call out wordlessly to eachother, their spreading ripples intermingling.” 
― Haruki Murakami, After Dark

I fall asleep in an American flagI wear my diamonds on skid rowI pledge allegiance to my dadFor teaching me everything he knows

I fall asleep in an American flag
I wear my diamonds on skid row
I pledge allegiance to my dad
For teaching me everything he knows

t h o u g h t

Andy Warhol once said, “I never fall apart, because I never fall together.” Whatever he meant by this I think I understand. People are always rationalising the “good” or “weird’ side of crazy -right? The side of crazy that sets you apart from someone else and makes you somewhat unique. In the year 2013, no one wants to be like anyone else because it’s all been done before at this point, so, people are searching for a new “way” to be. Crazy can be defined in two ways in modern day lingo. The first way brought up in random conversation looks like, “Hey, I know that girl.. she’s crazy (in a good way)..nuts…she’s great…I think you two would get on.” The latter, which most humans disassociate themselves with is: “Hey she went a little nuts and broke into my friends apartment and stole all their silverware and left a note saying I’ll be back for more, fuckers!” That is the bad side of crazy that most people tend to stray away from. What scares me most is that “good side of crazy” people are always witholding all these emotions and tender thoughts and trying to surpress their feelings to seem normal. I guess what I am getting at is that there isn’t entirely a method to anyones madness. It seems, however, that the people that do these “bad crazy” things find ways of rationalising them at that time. How can one tell the difference and live in a world where  people are so quick to make judgements?