And she hugged me. And I closed my eyes because I wanted to know nothing but her...– The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via yourcerebellum)
Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.– The Catcher in the Rye, J.D. Salinger
It’s frustrating, not being able to write anymore. I used to relish the feeling of my fingertips grazing against my keyboard as I bled over them, everything I was feeling, thinking, being. But now the crackled flesh hesitates as it rests over them, stiffened by silence, the uneasiness of it all. What happened, what happened, what exactly happened?
And so, it begins.
Anonyme a demandé : yew purdy
Anonyme a demandé : hai.