To read well, that is, to read true books in a true spirit, is a noble exercise,...– Henry David Thoreau, Walden (via how-novelistic)
Forced into a little space. Unable to think, unable to breathe. From the past, from the present. Everything condensing into tiny little me.
You Believed by Corrinne May I shouldn’t be...
What would you know about me,
if i didn’t say anything at all?
they say a picture says a thousand words.
but what if i just wanted to say one word?