February 2011
January 2011
Is this where I'm supposed to stop hoping?
Back in bed. Surprise. Ice pack strapped to my chin. Shocking. All I can fucking do is hope and worry. I’m such an idiot! I’m always the one left thinking and wallowing and I feel like no one is listening, so I turn into this shell-less little hermit that couldn’t defend a twig. I might as well just kick dust bunnies around a cold concrete floor for the rest of my life. I feel...
“It’s easier to hurt someone and make them cry than it is to dry their...”
– George Harrison
Hiding
I think I’m going to return my damaged little soul into the land of the living. At this moment, the best thing to do is to let the water recede. You can’t shovel water like dirt. So I’ll just sit here for now and ramble my messes of words and ignore the cyber world as it flies by. I don’t plan to come back to the smiles and laughter I left behind. I’ll just wait for...
Reblog if you’d rather be cuddling now.
Deeply Rooted Fears of a Disenchanted Female
Why are memories so still? Why do they have to stay so far away in a distance that’s right beneath our feet? Looking through the pictures, they pull down my heart, through the ground. Why can’t I go there again? I hate the silence of a photo that’s bare, stripped from its levity, life, and breath of the moment. I want to capture our emotion, and glue it to our hearts...