my heart hurts.
February 2010
23 posts
“How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back? There are some things time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold.”
i can’t remember what it’s like to not be tired.
and if a double decker bus crashes into us, to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die. and if a ten tonne truck kills the both of us, to die by your side, well the pleasure - the privilege is mine.
“Every saint has a past, every sinner has a future.”
— Oscar Wilde (via twigthewonderkid)
i want my feather tattoo, on the inside of my right wrist, on the right hand side. or a tiny skeleton key. i wonder if i didn’t tell anyone, whether they’d notice. i want to keep it secret.
zooey deschanel must be the most perfect human being on the entire planet.
