April 2012
13 posts
It has become painfully obvious that the words I let loose into the world have become my demise. And now, I lie in my bed, a curled up ball, a fragment of myself, and I weep.
But not for me. I weep for you because you are lost.
tomorrow...
I will wake early, I will go get the remaining things off of my grocery list, I will go to the gym, I will pack a dinner for work and a snack because my metabolism is nutso now.
And I will go to the craft store to pick up the things I need to build him the best gift of all.
“People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of...”
– Meredith Grey (via broken-shell)
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I think, if we keep this up, I am going to require a Skype call before bed in order to sleep right.
Why you gotta be so damned adorable and stuff? That smile. No words. <3
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I hate how close we are, how familiar you feel from a great distance. I hate that you know all of the things that I hate about myself and you don’t run like the rest of them. Hate that you can sit there and still find beauty in something so cracked. I hate that you believe in me when I can’t believe in myself, but that you can’t see the reasons to keep your own faith. Hate that...
Oh, cool.
Just crying on the couch under my Perry the Platypus blanket.
NBFD.
“It is dreadful when something weighs on your mind, not to have a soul to...”
– Frederic Chopin (via quote-book)
