February 2012
9 posts
i remember him in the leftovers, the scraps of light he forgot to take
i remember him in yesterdays, in the songs he inspired and in dresses i wore once to make his head turn.
and when i find him, i am in the broken nights, and he is in the half-awake dreamings of my thunderous heart
and when he finds me, there are fragments of truth in our make-believe, threads of real desire for what could...
January 2012
16 posts
December 2011
16 posts
“It’s said it takes seven years
to grow completely new skin cells.
To think,...”
– Brett Elizabeth Jenkins (via 24ribs)
“There was so much sadness in everything, even when things worked.”
– Charles Bukowski (via funeraldreams)
November 2011
7 posts
I can go, I can go anywhere. No other love can take me there.
October 2011
38 posts
