December 2011
31 posts
In the grand scheme of things,
the time we spent together was nothing. I mean, I have the concept of how meaningless everything that happens is permanently inked into my skin. So why do I feel like it’s so important? Why do you stay with me even when I don’t want you to? Why couldn’t I just say, “Yes, I would love to see you, and I can’t wait to catch up”? I mean, I know that’s not...
got my first tattoo yesterday
and I love it :)
this year will be amazing!
now off to China I go
Poetically Undead: i cannot tell you where i’ll be... →
poeticallyundead:
i cannot tell you where i’ll be ten years from now nor can I tell you where i’ll be in ten minutes i try to listen closely to the cadence of my heart but the needle of my compass seldom ever points true north so maybe, only maybe i was never meant to know…
He used her.
She used you.
You used me.
I used him.
And he used me back.
Cycle broken.
Done.
You can thank me later.
“‘I love you’ means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do...”
– Jonathan Safran Foer (via oblivio)
It’s so strange because even when I try to tell someone, I don’t think there’s a person out there who realizes how lost, scared, or lonely I am. I am moving right along and trying so hard to make a life for myself. But there’s all these plans I’d made with someone who just disappeared. And now I have to backtrack and plan alone. And that’s terrifying. What if I...
“After the earth dies, some 5 billion years from now, after it’s burned to a...”
– Carl Sagan (via zaeema)
