there was a bird of brittle bone who wished that she was made of stone to sit so pretty inside a wall or sink into the sea. she wished that she was far away or maybe to be loved someday but she just flies from day to day going nowhere at all.
labelleetlechic: wise men say, only fools rush...
people always say
“i dont know why im telling all this to you.” literally several people have said this to me in one form or another in the past few months. its usually people i barely know. and it sucks because that must mean that they don’t have many people to go to. sometimes, they come to me and a couple of my friends from home because we seem nice. i guess we seem like we have it all...
we're not out of the woods yet.