December 2009
3 posts
I remember thinking that maybe I never knew you.
Or maybe I just hated myself so much that I didn’t know how to love you.
They say to never look back. Don’t look where I’m going and I won’t know. But maybe, just maybe, I want to just run into you. (Accidentally on purpose that is.) The best things in life are accidents. Car accidents. Penicillin. You. Me. And what’s an accident without an injury?
“I love sleep. My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know?”
–
Ernest Hemingway
(via theanimalinme)