La madeleine de Proust
Who the fuck cares anymore?
I have this feeling, this unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach, that I’m about to do something I can never undo and the closer I get to the edge, the more eager I am to jump. Endless hours spent in solitude have convinced me of something I always knew deep down.
Nobody ever said it better than Robert:
“And the further I get from the things that I care about, the less I care about how much further away I get”
116 days on Prozac
-
gizemko said:
looks like prozac doesn’t work too good… how are you staying alive? can i help you in something?
-
charlottepereira likes this
-
actutally-i-am-offended likes this
-
itsmekryss reblogged this from lacedwithpixiedust
-
aramir said:
hey, usted, se le quiere, sabe?
-
lacedwithpixiedust posted this
Hillary, 19, Costa Rica
Killjoy name: Bella Vendetta
A girl who lives/on silly things,/on distant smiles/and chilly springs./Who checks that no one/hears her sing/and keeps her secrets/in a tin.
{ wear }
About me
I smoke a lot.Drink too much coffee.Overthink.Have insomnia.Write poems.Often sadder than happy. You probably don't care about any of this.
Navigation
