September 2010
148 posts
: She carves different words on her skin each day.... →
fourtane:
She carves different words on her skin each day. She doesn’t know who notices, a child in the street, a curious bus driver, a boy in the shadows she won’t recognise. It originated from him, but now it was just a portrayal of a show in a dusty theatre. She waited until there would be no space…
We all carry these things inside that no one else...
Sometimes, when people are sad, nothing can really...
adaisyintherain:
serendipity-:
ease-the-hurt:
omfgzdani:abodyofthought:stargirlsolstice:khad3ja:(via beyondhideous, babyletsjustbe)
