December 2011
4 posts
kim's blog: coming to terms. →
kiwwykins:
i can feel the pressure
seep into my veins
and crush my innards
wave by wave.
each pulse renders me speechless
and takes my breath away.
blow by blow,
i know i can’t stay.
but i refuse to let go
because i’ve held on for too long.
i refuse to be weak
but i am not strong,
not strong…
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the...”
– Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via loveyourchaos)