December 2009
8 posts
“Or perhaps it is that time doesn’t heal wounds at all, perhaps that is the...”
– Thrity Umrigar (via restartmyheart)
this is fucking it, you are in love with me
tenderlointales:
Tonight I am thinking about love. More specifically, love lost. Not even lost, really. Love not realized. Or at least not realized until it was too late. I have a male friend, Kyle. Kyle emotionally exploded on me tonight. Told me that he’s sick of finishing last, he’s too nice a guy for that. And he was so infuriated that after all these years I hadn’t given him a...
