February 2012
secrets
likelava:
things about ex lovers and the exasperated memories you forgot to leave in their pockets. things about the sound of your voice, about sleeping in our bed without you, quiet catastrophes and the smell of lavender milk boiling on the stove. things about finding our way home.
casi-siempre:
sometimes i feel that i should simply be wrapped up in cloth and tucked away in a drawer somewhere so that i’m not so prevalent to everyone; all it means is one less person sipping tea in the afternoons or laying anxious til sunrise; it would be so cozy wrapped up in my little box and i think i would smell like old books.
can i please just relive last night over and over and over and over and over
“We felt the imprisonment of being a girl, the way it made your mind active and...”
– Jeffrey Eugenides, The Virgin Suicides (via venula)
why can’t i just be a pretty pretty girl