July 2011
The worse thing about being sick for three months? All the blood work and ultrasounds you have to get done. I hate needles. I am a quivering, feverish mess.
June 2011
It’s one of those days where a headache seems to be everywhere all at once. Even my eyelids hurt, my fingertips.
“Love was something your spine memorized.”
—Anagrams, Lorrie Moore
I love sleep more than any human should.
“When he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.”
—Juliet (via -tavanh)
you have such a stunning and unique blog. xx
Well aren’t you just the sweetest thing I’ve encountered all day?
You belong between the lines of my palm when I close my hand.
