Buying books and reading books are two separate obsessions

We shall not cry over spilled milk

I am sad again. for awhile I got to be someone different- cool girl, fun girl, always up for anything girl. like playing dress up I wore the persona of someone that was easy to love, easy to hold onto. now the air is icing over and I cannot be this person anymore- maybe I was never her or maybe she died at the beginning of the month, when the air was static silent for ten long days. i am sad again, but I know how to laugh and make others smile

I need a life that isn't just about needing to escape my life.

Those who wanted to sleep, not from fatigue but because of the nostalgia of dreams.

She loved the rain so much that she let it drown her

Studying is hot

I wish I was a cat. no calories. no worries. just meow

i think having a sword would fix me

Love others so radically they wonder why.