June 2011
32 posts
May 2011
37 posts
Nobody, Not Even The Rain
La Dispute
I know that someday you’ll be sleeping, darling.
Likely dreaming off the pain.
I hope you’ll hear me in the streetlight’s humming.
Softly breathing out your name.
That awkward moment when you finish a book and you don't know what to do with your life anymore.
“The heat seemed to melt the mechanism of time with the promise that she and I would never age or know a change of heart, or be apart from each other.”
—Odd Thomas (Odd Hours by Dean R. Koontz)
It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
HEY
ALL BY MYSEEEEELF, DON’T WANNA BE ALL BY MYSEELF.
