January 2010
Maybe sometimes it is better not to feel anything.
You know what the problem with having something is? Losing it. It is like there is this gap, like when you lose a tooth and your tongue keeps going back to the gap, feeling and probing, that hole where something once was.
In the end we are just creatures. Rabbits and foxes and wolves and sifting sliding beings. We are beating hearts and breathing lungs and pounding feet. Tectonic shifts and poppy...
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to...”
– Jack Kerouac - (via 472239364)
Let's run away to a place where the air tastes...
mardyeaah:
fishashoe:
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