I saw that you were perfect and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not...– (via buddhabrot)
When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking...– Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via 4mbivalent)
January 31st: Part I
I saw him approaching my car. I had to remind myself to tell my brain to tell my body to breath. With every step he made my breaths got shorter. I’m nervous. He’s here. He’s in the car next to me now. I can’t look at him but I can’t look away. I attempt both. I must look crazy. “Can I get a hug?” he says. …we...
It seems as though blogspot is dying and tumblr has taken over, however, I have a few post on my blogspot that are pieces I wrote that want to carry over so they aren’t lost in the never-ending internet abis. It’s like there has been a house fire and I have to pack my post important belongings. So these next few post are just some writings from the past that mean something to me,...
And that’s what adulthood is: you wake from the nightmare and realize there’s no...– John Mayer (via wordsthat-speak)
A Black man kills, he's a menace to society. A...
baritonepats: Or he’s “a bright but troubled young man”