Bad dreams again.
Well, they’re more like nightmares really. But every night? fuck. Sleep brings no solace and daylight comes too soon.
Well, they’re more like nightmares really. But every night? fuck. Sleep brings no solace and daylight comes too soon.
I miss you. Most of the time the feeling that it gives me is deep, quiet, full; the ceaseless rumble of a distant waterfall; the magnitude of its power comforts and anchors my soul. Then occasionally a certain wind blows, the din hushes into void and then some trigger- a song we loved to, the feel a warm blanket, the scent of your hair- ignites my soul in a frenzy of emotions and I become engulfed by the feelings a younger me could have never understood.
I’m slightly drunk, so I decided it would be good to sit at the piano and bleed. (Taken with instagram)
If I owned this it would read “People I have met and how I proceeded to disappoint them.”
(Source: forwardfitting)
(Source: eschiebes)
Too many thoughts burning through my skull. I think too much. I feel too much. This will be my end.
“It’s goodbye, but we lean forward to our next crazy adventures beneath the skies.”
Teddy ROOSEVELT. Diary - Day his wife Alice died