Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there. Good Will Hunting

writing-away:

isn’t it ironic
how we kill
flowers
because we
think that
they are
beautiful

Anonymous asked: I'll let you know how it goes!

sweet! good luck :D

Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm. Cormac Mccarthy, Suttree

I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. Jack Kerouac

I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad. Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy