calling someone long-distance while a little drunk, tired, sad to tell them you’re in love with them is no way to go. (i didn’t expect anything anyway, not even the slightest glimmer of it) the rain wouldn’t stop falling last night. i got high in rebellion to myself, ended up in a friend’s room, smoking pot, leaving at three in the morning. heavy heart, soft sleep.
and kisses are a far better fate than wisdom lady i swear by all flowers. Don’t cry —the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids’ flutter which says we are for eachother: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life’s not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis —e.e. cummings (via tamburina)
Maybe the sun keeps coming up because it’s gotten used to you and your constant...– Bright Eyes (via blua)
I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road.– January 24th, Anne Sexton (via expose)