December 2010
“We’re all walking around with these glossy eyes. “I’m just tired,” we say. But...”
– Unknown (via theunabridgedjournalsof)
“ I’m not explaining this right. What happened was this. There were these...”
– Carson McCullers, “A Tree. A Rock. A Cloud.” from The Ballad of the Sad Cafe (via ohheyandreeuh)
