December 2010
107 posts
I want to run away from love, this time I have had enough.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
Lynda Barry
I felt sadness, overwhelm me like a tornado that kills everything that gets into it’s way. I felt it. It has been hours, and it hasn’t gone away. Now I know what it means, to be sad.
Pain never leaves.
I've never felt so empty in my life, so full of...
“Sometimes we leave because we really want to stay.”
– bitter. true. (via theodd)
