June 2011
ooh-voldy-voldy:
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When Wendy Grew Up
“Oh, all right,” Peter said, as if he had asked her from politeness merely; but Mrs. Darling saw his mouth twitch, and she made this handsome offer: to let Wendy go to him for a week every year to do his spring cleaning. Wendy would have preferred a more permanent arrangement; and it seemed to her that spring would be long in coming; but this promise sent Peter away quite gay again. He...
loveyourchaos:
narcosis:
The sound of radio...
sigh.
my forehead hurts, my temples hurt, my neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, my chest hurts, my stomach hurts, my limbs hurt, my forearm hurts, my thighs hurt, my shins hurt, my toes hurt.
my heart aches. and aches. and aches. and aches. and aches.
my eyes are tired of seeing, they bruise. my hands are tired of feeling, they bleed.
i don’t know how to let go of anything & i am wounded
