"Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?"

there's a bruise on my soul

I think I feel things far too much, not all of the time, but when I do it's like travelling through space at the speed of light and it hits hard enough to bruise.

And then it eats away at me inside, until I do something to make it go away.
-Deerlings and Ghostthings

this website is prettttty rad. abandoned houses are spooky.
http://www.100abandonedhouses.com/

I wish I could run away to a far away place.

ASOS in Feb

this is spooky.

I wish I could be more like Goldie from Tangled. I just can't help feeling sad a whole heap of the time.

THIS PHOTO IS SO BEAUTIFUL
http://www.flickr.com/photos/34881092@N03/5380251995/sizes/m/in/photostream/

“Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell,” Holly advised him. “That was Doc’s mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can’t give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they’re strong enough to run into the woods. Or fly into a tree. Then a taller tree. Then the sky. That’s how you’ll end up, Mr. Bell. If you let yourself love a wild thing. You’ll end up looking at the sky.”
— Breakfast At Tiffany’s by Truman Capote

..this one time Richard abandoned me in a Parisian laundromat

I wish I had a boyfriend , I wish I had a loving man in my life. I wish I had a father, and maybe I would turned out right.