i can always pick up books
in search of what I need,
but it doesn’t help me any
if you’re impossible to read.so if you love me,
if you love me,
come clean.there’s monsters in my closet,
watchin over me.
the days are gettin shorter,
in the nights it’s hard to sleep.
the culmination of all of this
is the death of everything.so if you love me,
if you love me,
hurry.
-flatsound (Mitch Welling)
Writers are forgetful,
but they remember everything.
They forget appointments and anniversaries,
but remember what you wore,
how you smelled,
on your first date…
They remember every story you’ve ever told them -
like ever,
but forget what you’ve just said.
They don’t remember to water the plants
or take out the trash,
but they don’t forget how
to make you laugh.
Writers are forgetful
because
they’re busy
remembering
the important things.
(Source: ofheightsandhollows, via prisonofself)
“she’s an un-welcomed shudder on the worst of her days,
and despite the bad moods she won’t go away.
she’s as stubborn as winter and as kind as the sun,
and she won’t freeze or burn anyone.”
- About Sophie by Keaton Henson
happ_ness.
i feel as if i’m
involved in a real life
game of hangman, but
one letter is always
escaping me, and
we all know what
happens when
you’ve had too
many tries.
(via prisonofself)
