What had she wanted but the world?
Eyes red-rimmed with sorrow
she dreamed of the self that held desire with each inhale
what had she wanted-
(pleading with the old woman in the mirror to let her out of this dying body) that brought her here?
Sometimes she saw their faces in the shadows, but when she screamed at night, they disappeared into morning.
(Source: aheartofstone, via lebitebourgeois)
This is what happens when you find an old Roid camera…
These are the days that light catches every single particle of dust
As if they deserved to be illuminated.
These are the days I feel like something Billy Collins extraordinary will happen to me, on the look out for a torchbearer, harbinger mouse.
(Source: depths-in-me, via fluerish)
but then we really got into it.
My small baggage is that I probably will always put caramel gelato over men.
My medium baggage is that I’m really really afraid of old people. Like they make me so anxious and scared. (I’m sorry!)
My biggest baggage would be my emotional instability, hermit-like nature and the fact that I’m serious about marrying you for money and I hope you’re at least fifty-five. If not you have to go now.
