Figuring it out.
Vanessa. 25. anarcho-capitalist. voluntaryist. painter. Gettin' ready for vet school. I also post pictures of myself and film stills.
“I’ve liked boxes since childhood. I kept my wretched treasures in them, scraps, bits of glass. Then letters, family keepsakes. But now there’s nothing good enough. Can you fit love into a box? Even the final box can’t hold a person.”
Does it ever happen to you when you are staring at something or just looking off into the distance and then suddenly everything blurs, that you realize at that very moment you don’t want anything to un-blur?@5 days ago with 3 notes
The sun is cold
And dark as night
But I remember what you said
The things I try to run away from
The things that will never leave me