fuck time,
lack of it.
fuck waiting,
lack of knowing.
❝ Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.
— Margaret Atwood, Good Bones (via larmoyante)
it’s as if we refuse to give the love one desires to them
yet we freely hand it out to another
who is looking for something else
❝ If there is a God, He will have to beg my forgiveness.
— A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via hobobydaysuperherobynights)
(Source: notclarissa)
hello again.
screen-free/digital detox week, 2013
see you all next monday
i will be starved and mangled
but i will survive