February 2012
“If you asked me now who I am, the only answer I could give with any certainty...”
– Evelyn Waugh (via misswallflower)
2 tags
on the rise
she found herself in the same position. tired and bothered as hell. but something was different. there was this energy surrounding her, bright as candle lights. her knees trembled with the wind. she knew now the difference between the stories of the skies and the adventures of the sea.
there was a look of hope in her eyes. something she told me she had forgotten. she never told a soul, but you...
2 tags
2 tags
2 tags
tomorrow
i’ll begin writing again. that’s why i began this tumblog in the first place (hence the name) the weight on my shoulders, the weight i thought i lifted, has found it’s way back home. but i won’t allow any permanent damages.
i hope you’ll stay with me on this journey. but if you prefer to jump ship, go right ahead. i won’t keep you if you don’t want to...
On her face is a map of the world: She once tried... →
searchingformymuse:
She once tried holding her breath until the end of time, but was pulled back to earth by a knock on the door. She pulled her head out of the bath water and covered herself in a towel. Opening the door, she was met with her mother’s concerned face.
“You’ve been in there for awhile. Is everything…
1 tag
1 tag
