lack of it.
lack of knowing.
— 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
— A phrase that was carved on the walls of a concentration camp cell during WWII by a Jewish prisoner (via hobobydaysuperherobynights)
screen-free/digital detox week, 2013
see you all next monday
i will be starved and mangled
but i will survive