On semi-hiatus / posting pretty irregularly this spring because of study abroad!
it fucking rhymes

Sometimes she did not know what she feared, what she desired: whether she feared or desired what had been or what would be, and precisely what she desired, she did not know.

What a mystery this world, one day you love them and the next day you want to kill them a thousand times over.

1/17/13, WITH 2,683 notes

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