November 2011
49 posts
pea-ches:
In my head all day
Dying to Live: Before You →
amidnight-dreary:
I sat there on the back porch watching the clouds turn to an eerie shade of grey as the sun retired beneath the Earth. The stick of cancer balanced between my trembling fingers and I swallowed mouthfuls of smoke while I rehearsed my thoughts over and over in my blurry…
A Farewell to Arms
belle-de-nuit:
“Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?” “Yes. I want to ruin you.” “Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.”
Ernest Hemingway
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October 2011
14 posts
6 tags
