February 2012
New Dedications
dearoldlove:
I’m going to dedicate myself to my writing, my sleep, my madness, my sadness, my unhappiness, because I couldn’t dedicate myself to you.
do you ever cry because you’re not british
decemberwrists:
Last night my dream was like a movie, with montages and voice-overs and seamless transitions. I wasn’t in it and the boy I dreamed about was someone I’d never met.
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of...
– Sylvia Plath (via caylala)
January 2012