January 2010
8 posts
insidemyfort:
…and she filled the space beside her with half read books. It was a substitute she often used, hopeing to find him among the pages.
‘Come to me’ she thought as her eyes began to close. A hand searched the bedsheets for something familiar but found only an absence.
shesherealready:
i delete facebook ‘friends’ when i am grumpy.
i just deleted 26.
me too!
shadow puppets
ohmannalianne:
likelava:
we don’t talk about it anymore because we might get lost inside the words. we might find summers when we were just orchards and constellations feeling the swirl of everything, when we let it bind us by blinding us like dust in our eyes. we’re too afraid to touch the past so we pretend to cut it out. well i’ve been sixteen and i’ve been seventeen and i’ve prayed to...