I haven’t written anything mildly substantial for the past month. Nothing is beautiful. Everything is too fast to be remembered. I cannot reflect. I do not dream. There is no imagination. I’m in free fall. In between states. Limbo.

This is no time for writing.

jennwitte:


broke a couple of sticks of chalk on this one

jennwitte:

broke a couple of sticks of chalk on this one

(via fauxhawkfridays)

fourcollybirds:

i cracked up at ‘it means I’m allergic to dairy products’ 

Hahaha

(Source: tinderboyz, via fauxhawkfridays)