February 2012
To Talk or Not
dearoldlove:
It kills me to talk to you. It kills me to not.
“You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there...”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via thoughtsdetained)
New Dedications
dearoldlove:
I’m going to dedicate myself to my writing, my sleep, my madness, my sadness, my unhappiness, because I couldn’t dedicate myself to you.
Rare Feeling
dearoldlove:
And while in the future, I might find someone who will reintroduce me to that rare feeling which you so effortlessly brought and kept, I know there are names and faces that change everything like cyclones in a field.
blogsecret:
I don’t even have the guts to say HI to you.
“Your mind is like an unsafe neighborhood; Don’t go there alone.”
– Augusten Burroughs (via indicio)
