Only another breath I will breathe in this still air, only another loving look cast backward,
And then I shall stand among you, a seafarer among seafarers.

Khalil Gibran

Is it time to make friends with the internet again? Y'know, now that I'm leaving the country and will be with not a single soul I know on this earth right now for an entire month.

Don't know!

Also - if any of you are readers and have a goodreads account, you should let me know.

This was the best Christmas I. Have. Ever. Had ( Read more... )

Wanting to go home.

Is depression feeling like you don't have anything to say to anyone? Ever?

Feel as though, in odd moments, the air is slowing being pumped back into me, my life, my heart. Like with one of those old accordian-fluted air pump things, can't remember what it's really called, that probably has some other function that would be really embarrassing to discover in relation to my comparison. In either case, it would probably be ( Read more... )

Wish I could have something this delicate tattooed over my left shoulder blade.

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I crave Newcastle, books and long naps. the more people you know, the less you know about people. so I choose otherwise.