February 2011
“‘What happens when people open their hearts?’
Cigarette dangling from her lips,...”
– Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via classynevertrashyjustalilnasty)
January 2011
We all just seem to be at loose ends. The catch phrase between all of us now has just come to “fuck it, I don’t care anymore”. Nothing seems to be good enough, but then again nothing seems to be worth it. But at the same time we’re also saying this in a good way, letting ourselves break from the normal and just live. We’re all at the point of breaking and the point of no return.
I'm sorry about everything, Hannah.
Even though you don’t believe it, I love you. I really really do. I don’t know what sentence to put next: you are my best friend, or you were my best friend. through every little and or big thing I have been through you have been there for me. you’ve been there with me, next to me. You’re my hand to hold, my shoulder to cry on, the ear to whisper secrets into, the friend to laugh with....
I really am quite the ungrateful wretch. I'm...
