March 2012
2 posts
February 2012
27 posts
January 2012
14 posts
rare texty post
i stopped writing because it makes me think and i’m blocking out thoughts but now i’m trying to pin point exactly where it is that i need to pick up/weed out/bring in. my days are always full and i’m not complaining because it’s full of people i love/things i want to do - but i just want a day by myself on a mountain say maybe the alps and some mild sunshine and something...
Happy moments: When I buy a bag of air and the...
i get no
what a distant memory
It’s a strange thing, how you can love somebody, how you can be all eaten up...
– Madeleine L’Engle (via wordsandlyrics)
December 2011
9 posts
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And...
– Louis De Bernieres (via wordsandlyrics)