February 2012
180 posts
“Sometimes skulls are thick. Sometimes hearts are vacant. Sometimes words don’t...”
– James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via januarymidnight)
me: -leaves room and walks into kitchen-
dad: hey she came out of her hole
dad: it's like you live in a cave
dad: we haven't seen you in a while
dad: it's like you're a gnome or troll or something
dad: you only leave to stock up on food
dad: oh and there she goes
dad: walking right past me with her food
dad: see you in a few days
