February 2012
sometimes at night, i stare at the ceiling and i wonder what’s wrong with me, to involve myself with people who don’t know what my true feelings might possibly be.
it turned my whole world around, and i kinda like...
you are beautiful, but you don't mean a thing to...
i-n-d-i-e-l-o-v-e asked: your blog is literally perfection aha.. x
kissing the lipless can bleed all the sweetness...
and i held my tongue as she told me "son, fear is...
i don't know where, confused about how as well,...
like a story told by the fault lines and the soil.
happy birthday to the beautiful conor oberst.