The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known...– Elisabeth Kübler-Ross (via +)
think of you in the in-between spaces, In the pause before the next heartbeat,...– Kit Pecson (via atomos)
I was going to write this weekend and take a few days off for myself. BUT NO. DASTARDLY ANALYSIS EXAM LOOMS IN MY TOO-NEAR FUTURE. //turn head. I don’t care. I want to hang with joanna and write and sleep and not do math. >A>;; WHATEVER. Memory is the only poetry he paints with, for he is often the composition of impulse and pragmatism. Nostalgia cradles the sound of her...
life is good.
My house smells like bread. Delicious, amazing, fluffy and raisin studded loaves of bread are baking in my oven. I have pancake batter sitting in my refrigerator. Life is good.
Anonymous asked: Laughter is the best medicine.
Anonymous asked: Sometimes, I wonder why I always make the mistake of falling for someone who messes with my feelings.