March 2012
February 2012
being up late & drunk thinking about the past. moments that meant so much to me now gone
Before you slip into, unconsciousness, i’d, like to have another kiss, another, flashing chance at bliss, another kiss. By kiss i mean chocolate.
“No, we weren’t lovers, but in a way we had opened ourselves to each other even more deeply than lovers do. The thought caused me a good deal of grief. What a terrible thing it is to wound someone you really care for - and to do it so unconsciously.”
—Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood. (via comedyintragedy)
