December 2011
There ought to be a place to go when you can’t sleep or if you’re tired of getting drunk, and the grass doesn’t work anymore. And I don’t mean go on to hash or cocaine, I mean a place to go besides a death that’s waiting, and a love that doesn’t work anymore.
“Oh darling, all of these awkward jump-start-stalling conversations, mean much...”
– Straylight Run (via dumbledoresmcrmy)
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– Eve Glicksman (via carpe-noctuum)
throughloveandinlove:
I have never been over anybody. People linger in my heart and in my mind, they surface in dreams before I truly fall asleep. I think of them when I look at the mossy park or walk into a bright colored store. I cry because I couldn’t fix them. I cry because they couldn’t fix me. I laugh because the beat of life goes on and on… it’s an uncomfortable laugh though.
