February 2012
Yesterday felt like the longest, most depressing Sunday ever.
But it’s Monday now, time to heave a long sigh, pick myself up, and face this rainy rainy island.
I must remember that I am so lucky, in so many other ways.
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born...”
– Sylvia Plath (via manicprose)
Don’t want to get out of bed to face the worlddd.
Sleep on it.
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Inside + Out (Apostle of Hustle...
When it rains, it pours.
And I’m asking myself, why do I try so hard, when all I do is make myself sad again and again.
Permanently black and blue.
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The xx - Intro
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