It kinda feels like sitting on the beach, the ocen slowly growing closer, and without moving your suddenly engulfed in cold water, leaving you shivering, then within seconds creeping back up and hitting you again, and again and again. But there is safety in knowing that the tide retreats during the day.
simular to waves
Get out of my life, we don't see eye to eye, or hear ear to ear.
Let it die.
“The earth turned to bring us closer. It turned on itself and in us, until it finally brought us together in this dream.” —the movie, 21 Grams
- stacy: emergency craft meeting tonight!
“Friends: People who know you well, but like you anyway.” —
Being lonley is a habit, like smoking or taking drugs.
“Those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” —Nietzsche
“One night she hid the pink cotton scarf from her raincoat in the pillowcase when the nurse came around to lock up her drawers and closets for the night. In the dark she had made a loop and tried to pull it tight around her throat. But always just as the air stopped coming and she felt the rushing grow louder in her ears, her hands would slacken and let go, and she would lie there panting for breath, cursing the dumb instinct in her body that fought to go on living.” — Sylvia Plath (via coffeeology)