June 2012
15 posts
Throw me in the landfill. Don’t think about the consequences. Throw me in the dirt pit. Don’t think about the choices that you make. Throw me in the water. Don’t think about the splash I will create. Leave me at the altar. Knowing all the things you just escaped. Push me out to sea on the little boat that you made out of the evergreen that you helped your father cut away. Leave...
“Why is it,” he said, one time, at the subway entrance, “I feel I’ve known you so many years?” “Because I like you,” she said, “and I don’t want anything from you.” ― Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
“I drank in all the sadness from his face and realized he was in love with me”
– Milan Kundera, The Joke (via weepling)
