December 2010
Four seasons. Twelve months. Countless memories....
January 2010:
Welcome the New Year! New Year’s Resolutions, bringing in brownies for my best friend’s birthday, celebrating my dad’s birthday, sledding with my boyfriend, winter break number TWO, hot chocolate, reading, writing, school, art.
February 2010:
Midterm slump. Energy low, moods low. Midterms end, half days, alive again, REJOICE. Valentine’s Day with my...
“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”
– C. S. Lewis (via ghostwhowalks)
ReMemBeR WeN iT wAS KeWl 2 TyP lYkE tHiS?
howdowebreakthedawn:
No I don’t, I was never mentally handicapped.
Just a little babbling to cleanse the mind.
Sleep is a beautiful thing. I lie down, feeling somewhat tired, but not exhausted, and next thing I know, I’m finding the perfect place to curl up beside you. It’s like we’re intertwined in the most innocent of ways. My secret thoughts parade silently around your room as your chest rises and falls calm, and my eyes trace over your nose, lips, neck. You look so vulnerable, and I...
coffee breath: gone (a re-post) →
alyssasayshello:
some mornings you wake up and it’s instantly harder than it was yesterday—a picture sticks to the inside of your scalp like dust in an itch you can’t scratch and you’re making your first pot of coffee, lighting your first cigarette, lying on the damp wooden slats of the front porch, thinking, “maybe if i continue in this routine, this will fade—fade all the way away” but...
dame comme café: let your teeth graze against my... →
moncoeurrougissant:
let your teeth graze against my skin, and rest your chin against my belly. press your mouth on to my shoulders, my neck, my ears, and the inside of my elbows. let your teeth graze against my skin, and rest your chin against my belly. leave your secrets buried inside my breast, i’ll rest my head…
♫ ♪: Reading the writing of someone you know in... →
cuethefire:
technicoloring:
—is like a dagger to the ribs, sometimes, an electroshock jumping in your mess of veins back to your heart, a string of barbed wire around your ankles that you don’t notice until you try to get up and trip your skin all over the string; it’s like missing a step down the stairs and getting that split-half-second adrenaline rush of vertigo and then the breath that...
“Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m...”
– The Book Thief, Markus Zusak (via -novocainekisses)
I’ve been wondering the same thing. It’s really hard when life gets in the way. Because sometimes life doesn’t follow your fairy tale plan. Sometimes you don’t become homecoming queen and wearing a beautiful dress and get...
Your lips on my cheek. The way you sneak up on me. The way you put your hand on my back when I’m walking on stairs, because you know I’m going to trip. The way you look at me like I’m the only thing that matters. Your smell. Your eyes. Your fingertips. I want it all. Forever.
“Sometimes when I’m talking, my words can’t keep up with my thoughts. I wonder...”
– Unknown (via smashyourskull)
“If you remember me, then I don’t care if everyone else forgets.”
– Haruki Murakami ~ Kafka on the Shore (via heartsnthoughts)
