March 2013
FUCK.
[[MORE]];oiuahjwnfro;auwihref;oiajwef;ojkawef;olakwje;flkaj;sdkfja;lksjdf. I wish there were words for these feelings. You know you think you’ve seen red until you see crimson. I hate people.
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February 2013
This Seems to Come From Longing
rightwritecj:
Of course it comes from longing — the night twists off the beer cap, uncorks the bottle and pours a glass, slices the limes thin and pours the drink as a round for one.
The night brings nothing except for poor light to read by and a new drink to make the time fly.
I long for everything when the wine swirls and the page turns — I’ll meet my end around midnight, at the bottom of...
“I am single because I refuse to change my relationship status for someone who...”
– S. Floyd
January 2013
“It’s never too late to be who you might have been.”
– George Eliot (via coruscating)
12 tags
“Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care...”
– The Lover’s Dictionary, David Levithan (via commovente)
December 2012
5 tags
Flume | Bon Iver
1 tag
[[MORE]]I’ve been sitting here for nearly an hour trying to write, but it’s hard because I don’t know what to fucking say, but I know that there’s something built up inside of me that I need to get out, and I just can’t put it into words. I wish it would just come naturally like it used to. Maybe I have writer’s block. Or maybe cosmetology school killed my brain...
“What you do speaks so loud that I cannot hear what you say. So speak to me with...”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and...”
– Anonymous (via hatelyn)
“Yes, I said, but if aging were so valuable, why do people always say, “Oh, if I...”
– Tuesdays with Morrie (via serialdaydreamer) 