January 2012
i’m struggling through Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut.
i love this man.
all his books are always weird the first time around, then amazing by the end.
but i can’t read it without hurting my head.
ffs.
lady-mockingbird:
i give so much of myself away when i first meet people, they usually get bored and leave
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what i am to you, is not what you mean to me.
you give me miles and miles and mountains and i’ll ask for the sea.
Why can't I have a crush on a decent human being...
sarah-and-shenanigans:
