August 2012
92 Einträge
Sometimes I touch the things you used to touch, looking for echoes of your...
– Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You (via this-lonelyview)
I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
– Neil Gaiman (via dealll)
I find you in storms,
I feel you in the lightning,
I miss you in rain.
– Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)
Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to...
– Charles Bukowski. (via anexerciseinbadtaste)