September 2011
28 posts
“i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
my heart) i am never without it...”
– e.e. cummings
tumblrbot asked: WHERE WOULD YOU MOST LIKE TO VISIT ON YOUR PLANET?
On the Run.
I’ve made it. New York, New York. I don’t quite know what to do with myself yet, still exhausted from the plane ride and all of the prep work required to get here, but I’m here. Everything is up in the air at the moment, including the layout of this damn tumblr.
It’s hot. My furniture won’t arrive for another ten days. There’s so much to unpack and nowhere to...
My Dearest, It Had to Be This Way
California, baby, I’m leaving you. Consider this your Dear John. I’ve stuck by you through the pain and heartache, the long, empty nights and sacrifice, the coffee and cigarettes — it’s high time we go our separate ways. No, no baby, we both knew this was coming. You might shed a tear for me and I for you, but I am not afraid anymore. You’ve taught me well; I carry...
