December 2011
29 posts
“It is morning, and time to get up; and today I must go on with the story. Or the...”
– Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace (via whenihavewingsto-fly)
if i could buy one night
i wouldn’t buy the one you’d think
i’d buy the one where my eyes teared up
by the light of the kitchen sink
and you held me tight
and you begged me not to cry
if i could buy the sweetness of one kiss
well, that’s the one i’d buy
“For some minutes, before she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, she just lay...”
– (via quietastronaut)
“It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so-I don’t know- not wrong,...”
– Franny, Franny and Zooey (via natural-nonsense)
all the money in the world couldn’t buy a drop of real love, could it?
and it really shouldn’t, now, should it?
today, i'm wearing a lumpy sweater and clogs to...
good thing i’m not trying to impress anyone there, because i’ve been failing miserably at my fashion choices lately. pretty much out of a combination of laziness and fattitude.
and let’s face it - 11 year olds don’t care.
“He will hear my call a mile away
He will whistle my favourite song
He can ride...”
– Practical Magic (via mylifeisyourdeath)