March 2012
2 posts
in your head.
“her long brown hair elegantly danced along with the prompting of the wind as she playfully dove down onto the soft sand beneath her. just as she brushed her fringe behind her ear in a fashion most un-forcefully majestic, she turned to him and spoke-drafting intellectually encased scenarios that drove his senses wild with thought. “fate is but a cruel lie, isn’t it?” ...
It is this
We all learn at one point or another in our lives, that something’s don’t matter, or similarly, that they just aren’t worth attention. We breathe in fashions that people expect us to, and we forget thoroughly what it is actually like to inhale, and exhale (vice versa). The truth is that we live in an unforgiving, penitent world, and the only thing we can really depend on is our...
