Monthly Archives: November 2012
Writing, to me, is simply thinking through my fingers. Isaac Asimov (via thesearepeopleyouknow)
sweetpastelle: Queued.
sugar-spice-and-sparkles: <33
Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening…Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that …
I am nothing but words, just a shape of dreams or night. Euripides (via mirroir)
macys: Heart these. In love with the tights