December 2011
19 posts
: Out of control. →
raindropsonredroses:
On some level, I always knew I was tired. I knew I needed rest, I knew I needed a break. So I guess I saw it coming. The signs were always there. The tears. The angst. The frustration. The numbness. The pain. The dizziness. The blurred vision. Then one fine morning, I faded to nothing; and woke…
“I like drinking coffee alone and reading alone. I like riding the bus alone and...”
– (via sing-in-time)
“I know, I know, I know I’ve said I was a body of water, liquid to your touch and...”
– (via l-amour-fou)
Class is knowing what to say, when to say it, and...
